I'm. Still squirming under you. Just, less under.

[Shiro rolls his hips. Riding his fingers, pushing his thigh into Darc's grip, all fluid power. Which means the trembling in his limbs is all pleasure: he started with two fingers, quickly folded in a third, gasping in amazement at how easy his body takes them. He drops his prosthetic down, uses it to hook his other thigh further back so he can get a better angle. Red flares from his ears down to his chest, just absolutely stunned about how fucking hard and fast he's getting what he needs. For once.]