[ What would there even be to say in a moment like this? It only feels like any word might break what's going on here, as if the two of them are under a spell that will end the moment one of them utters a single word.
And Inigo doesn't want it to end. Not so soon, not when he's realising how much he loves the touch of Tidus's actual hands on his body. Real, this time, not just imagined by Inigo during what passes for night in this place, lying on his bunk and thinking what Tidus's touch along his skin would feel like, the fingers pressing into his flesh and muscles. How will he be able to give this up again later? (Don't think about it, don't think.)
So all that comes out of Inigo's mouth is just a small gasp when Tidus's kisses start to move away from his mouth, giving the space for the noises to actually be released to the air.
His arms move to give Tidus a bit more space to move, but also so he can move his hands up and start to dig his fingers straight into Tidus's hair. Fingers threading through locks, as if seeking for something, trying to find purchase in the middle of this dizzying feeling.
But all of it is just encouragement. Because he wants more, only more. No matter what rational thought may tell him in this moment - Inigo knows what his feelings tell him, what his body tells him. Don't stop these kisses now. Kiss him more, or tell him to kiss in return, or-- or anything. Anything at all. ]
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And Inigo doesn't want it to end. Not so soon, not when he's realising how much he loves the touch of Tidus's actual hands on his body. Real, this time, not just imagined by Inigo during what passes for night in this place, lying on his bunk and thinking what Tidus's touch along his skin would feel like, the fingers pressing into his flesh and muscles. How will he be able to give this up again later? (Don't think about it, don't think.)
So all that comes out of Inigo's mouth is just a small gasp when Tidus's kisses start to move away from his mouth, giving the space for the noises to actually be released to the air.
His arms move to give Tidus a bit more space to move, but also so he can move his hands up and start to dig his fingers straight into Tidus's hair. Fingers threading through locks, as if seeking for something, trying to find purchase in the middle of this dizzying feeling.
But all of it is just encouragement. Because he wants more, only more. No matter what rational thought may tell him in this moment - Inigo knows what his feelings tell him, what his body tells him. Don't stop these kisses now. Kiss him more, or tell him to kiss in return, or-- or anything. Anything at all. ]