[Darc's breath catches, and his red eyes flick up to Shiro's face. His chest rumbles a bit as he purrs, and he's eager to copy what Shiro does that feels this nice, petting Shiro's scarred chest in turn, reveling in the brazen vulnerability. He can already tell some Deimos would laugh at this, and it makes his cheeks burn that he already likes it so much. ]

Shiro.

[he groans. He curls his fingers at the nape of Shiro's neck, squeezes him there.]

Fuck. Don't mistake my lowered guard. A lifetime of knives in my back taught me to wait for yours. I've just decided to win you over, even if you try.