[Shiro cannot get his shit together enough to really communicate what's going on with him right now. He just keeps looking up at Darc, expression stunned and a little lost. He grabs at him weakly as the eggs shift more aggressively and Shiro starts to tremble.]

Um—Ah! Ah!

[They come in quick succession, rubbing past his oversensitive hole. It doesn't have the same intensity of last night but it brings it all back in a heady rush. Shiro can not actually believe his body was capable of feeling that good.

And he guesses it was probably reckless and stupid and weird. But he feels great and be doesn't care. He squeezes Darc's thigh, expression softening.]

I'm. Alright.

I think one of them is stuck.