[Darc sucks in a breath. He leaves Shiro to figure his skirts out, he's not waiting on figuring Shiro out. Darc's mouth waters as he strokes his right hand in eager curiosity over Shiro's hardening dick. One of them, no protective casing, scales or sheath. Still a bit soft for Darc to rub his fingers over, pulling back the velvety skin -- just like mine, he thinks in a heady daze with barely any ache. His fingers curl lower. Balls like an Orcon but, as he finds while he strokes his human hand over the sack, soft instead. Impossibly soft. His cunt is already aching and his ears burn for it. Not so alien.

His breath and purring feels so fucking loud. He moans.]

Tell me how to treat this, Shiro.