[Shiro's flesh hand folds over Darc's scaled one. He needs something to hold on to. His body keeps taking Darc's dick and wanting more and getting it and he doesn't know how this feeling of utter satisfaction just seems to be endlessly peaked. A thread of tension runs through him, waiting for the crash.

Which doesn't come.

Shiro doesn't even know what Darc means but he can feel the emotion boiling in it and he can't believe that Darc wants something so good for him this much. Shiro looks awestruck, almost wild-eyed.]

Thank you. Thank you. Please.