The approach was cringe-inducingly clumsy, but the kiss itself works out much better than Don would have imagined. And that touching... Parts of Don's brain turn on, other parts turn off, some kind of low noise starts up in the back of his throat, and then his hands are everywhere, pawing gracelessly at Robert's arms and shoulders and plastron, just needing to put his mark on him.

"Robert," he gasps into the other turtle's mouth, but then he's gone again and what's left behind doesn't care how wrong this is.