[ Ah. The wandering kisses to Inigo's throat stop when he feels the tease of fingers to his nipples, a breath hitching in his lungs at the sensitive treatment. Or not treatment, but simply him, what he likes. Paused in the moment where he wants to enjoy the sensation, the hand exploring his body and the spark of embarrassment that isn't quite sincere, but quickly turns so when he hears the muttered direction. Hard to miss, even as soft as it is, with his ears close to the lips that speak them. ]
Oh-- okay. [ Tidus takes the guidance like a child, placing the curve of his hand and thumb at the side and nudging, a soft massage to disturb the muscle, catching against the nipple to brush into it. He's moved his head to watch and give it focus, feeling rather clumsy, dumb; like this should be obvious, but it really isn't. Hesitant eyes moving onto Inigo's face, and it feels like the first time in a while he's really looking at him - acknowledging him proper. ]
Are you... is this okay? [ What we're doing, he means, though what this exactly is -- he couldn't say. He's lost sight of what this was meant to be from the first moan, and the way Inigo's touch to his stomach left felt lower than it was.
But for the uncertainty that's been given room to exist, he looks at Inigo's lips and finds them compelling, an urge to kiss them that he holds back on. ]
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Oh-- okay. [ Tidus takes the guidance like a child, placing the curve of his hand and thumb at the side and nudging, a soft massage to disturb the muscle, catching against the nipple to brush into it. He's moved his head to watch and give it focus, feeling rather clumsy, dumb; like this should be obvious, but it really isn't. Hesitant eyes moving onto Inigo's face, and it feels like the first time in a while he's really looking at him - acknowledging him proper. ]
Are you... is this okay? [ What we're doing, he means, though what this exactly is -- he couldn't say. He's lost sight of what this was meant to be from the first moan, and the way Inigo's touch to his stomach left felt lower than it was.
But for the uncertainty that's been given room to exist, he looks at Inigo's lips and finds them compelling, an urge to kiss them that he holds back on. ]