[There's nothing Shiro can do to control the pace of their fucking, with no leverage. Nothing he would do; Darc is so relentless, so powerful, he renders all of Shiro's strength useless. He didn't know being this overwhelmed could feel this good; he thinks he should probably be terrified.

Instead he's just needy for more. His hands drag all over him, grabbing and stroking, flesh and scales with equal desperation. Only lets him go when his second orgasms makes him grab the furs below him as an anchor for when his body surges hard enough to short his brain. He tries to kiss Darc back but he's sloppy and uncoordinated, can't go a heartbeat without shouting or moaning.]