[ Inigo gasps, breathes, and each hint of involuntary response clings to Tidus's skin, goading him better than any words could. Should he be leaving Inigo's mouth and going down like this, taking this further than just a normal makeout? But when he hears Inigo pleased, he can't help but want to give him more. I can do more, I can make you feel good.
His tongue follows licks along the thick band of muscle of the neck, his mouth sucking on where it stops; the arm around Inigo's waist angling higher as he holds him to guide him backward, letting his arm be what knocks the edge of the pool Tidus is taking him to. All so he can slip a leg between Inigo's and face him better, the hand that had been tilted in Inigo's hair returning but slipping farther in; lips wrapping around where his adam's apple is, teasing with light flicks to the skin, teasing at the space.
Does he know what he's doing? Not really. He just hopes to keep going, fumbling his way through this effort, the gentle tug at his hair encouraging, pleasant. Hand dropping from Inigo's head and landing on his chest, palm rubbing against the nipple, the muscle of the pec.
--or, is it okay It's flatter than what he's used to, and it's easy to doubt just how to control his hand. He sets it to the side, a little unsure what to do with it immediately. ]
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His tongue follows licks along the thick band of muscle of the neck, his mouth sucking on where it stops; the arm around Inigo's waist angling higher as he holds him to guide him backward, letting his arm be what knocks the edge of the pool Tidus is taking him to. All so he can slip a leg between Inigo's and face him better, the hand that had been tilted in Inigo's hair returning but slipping farther in; lips wrapping around where his adam's apple is, teasing with light flicks to the skin, teasing at the space.
Does he know what he's doing? Not really. He just hopes to keep going, fumbling his way through this effort, the gentle tug at his hair encouraging, pleasant. Hand dropping from Inigo's head and landing on his chest, palm rubbing against the nipple, the muscle of the pec.
--or, is it okay It's flatter than what he's used to, and it's easy to doubt just how to control his hand. He sets it to the side, a little unsure what to do with it immediately. ]