[ah. That little twitch of want. A spark of electricity races all through Darc at how clearly he can see that Shiro wants him, that he's wanted. He's never even done this with someone before, only imagined like a silly daydreamer. A shy little fantasy none of his friends would, or could, fulfill for him. Suddenly he's thrilled.

He tilts his mouth, and breathes hot smoke into Shiro's mouth - a dragon kissing smoke into Shiro's lungs.]