[ It's been a while, hasn't it. The act of kissing familiar, but the lips he does not. Would he know what familiar was, if he were to have the chance now? But Tidus isn't thinking about another, about anyone else. Inigo draws in, and Tidus meets him with a tilt of his head, a kiss that's becoming bolder by the second. The question returns of what just Inigo is fine with, before he tosses it a second time, his mouth opening a fraction to let his tongue the tip of his tongue flick at Inigo's upper lip, trapping it to gently tug and release. Returning without pause, resuming without hesitation.
This is fine, isn't it? The chest pressed against his firmer than he's used to, but he doesn't mind. He takes his hand not around Inigo's shoulders and slides it up from collar, to neck; fingertips meeting the wet strands of hair that guide him to stroke along the lower jaw he finds, tangling close to the roots.
Maybe he should stop, keep this short. But Tidus doesn't consider it, doesn't think. He just wants to sink into this kiss for as long as he can get away with, take what he can get. ]
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This is fine, isn't it? The chest pressed against his firmer than he's used to, but he doesn't mind. He takes his hand not around Inigo's shoulders and slides it up from collar, to neck; fingertips meeting the wet strands of hair that guide him to stroke along the lower jaw he finds, tangling close to the roots.
Maybe he should stop, keep this short. But Tidus doesn't consider it, doesn't think. He just wants to sink into this kiss for as long as he can get away with, take what he can get. ]