[Shiro shakes his head. He needs a minute. The bedding under his face is soaked in tears and drool. Like someone who's forgotten how his body was put together, he gropes blindly along his shaking thigh to his stomach, hoovering uncertainly before finally getting the courage to spread his palm against himself. There is a bump, softly swelling him. Shiro makes a cracked noise when he presses against it and everything in him shifts. He can't stop it after that; the first egg pushes past his swollen rim and the rest come flooding relentlessly after. Shiro's vision tunnels. He's pretty sure he comes again, the aftershocks wringing him down achingly tight, keeping them in and then forcing them out so he's just being endlessly pressed open. How long did Darc take to put them in him? It feels like this has been happening for hours, and there are still so many left.]