[Darc realizes in a startled rush that he's been holding his breath. He feels achey and thrilled. Trust me, I promise. Darc swears under his breath.

He can handle it, he swears he can handle it, he's not soft anymore. But he really, really doesn't want to get hurt again. Suddenly he desperately wants Shiro to be telling the truth, and the only way to have that is to give him the chance to prove it.

He closes his eyes, briefly, and then grunts, and moves with Shiro's coaxing into position. He looks over his shoulder at him, aware he's presenting a little.]

... Alright. Show me.