[Darc's eyes glint, a haze of lust interrupted with another surprised flush. He holds Shiro's thigh up, rubbing his thumb indulgently against the soft, bare skin. Then his whole palm. Massaging slowly.]

I see...

[so, again, a bit like him. Darc almost explains that his dick gives off the same slick he's already rubbed on him but, yknow, that can wait, he wants to watch this. Maybe a full human is even tighter than Darc is.]

Look at you. How am I supposed to wait when I could have you squirming under me.