[ Apparently Inigo is incredibly easy to guide in the middle of it. Because the moment he's slightly pushed into leaning back, he immediately does so, giving Tidus all the space he needs to work with. Not thinking of anything but the kissing, of how badly he's trying to drive absolutely everything else out of his mind, taking it as far away from him as possible.
Even the usual panic isn't there. Not even the full butterflies that usually fill his stomach when he thinks about doing this with Tidus. That feeling may have been why he attempted to seek this out before, when he just thought it'd be a much better thing to do than sulk on platform days, when he was desperately chasing what he thought he could never get from the other.
Right now this is instead only driven by desperation. Meeting the way Tidus's lips press against his own just as hungrily, not holding anything back, not worrying about anything. Just trying to kiss, just trying to get affection, just trying to hide away from the world in this feeling. The world that's starting to get obscured more and more and instead of just filled with Tidus as the other leans over him.
He can feel the hand on his stomach and Inigo hums against Tidus's lips. Not a sound of protest, but an urge, a plea to go on. The more he feels physically, the less he has to feel emotionally in the moment, right? Like it can all just physically get sucked out of him by the touch of Tidus's hand on his sensitive skin.
Inigo's hands move up, starting to try and find purchase somewhere in Tidus's hair. ]
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Even the usual panic isn't there. Not even the full butterflies that usually fill his stomach when he thinks about doing this with Tidus. That feeling may have been why he attempted to seek this out before, when he just thought it'd be a much better thing to do than sulk on platform days, when he was desperately chasing what he thought he could never get from the other.
Right now this is instead only driven by desperation. Meeting the way Tidus's lips press against his own just as hungrily, not holding anything back, not worrying about anything. Just trying to kiss, just trying to get affection, just trying to hide away from the world in this feeling. The world that's starting to get obscured more and more and instead of just filled with Tidus as the other leans over him.
He can feel the hand on his stomach and Inigo hums against Tidus's lips. Not a sound of protest, but an urge, a plea to go on. The more he feels physically, the less he has to feel emotionally in the moment, right? Like it can all just physically get sucked out of him by the touch of Tidus's hand on his sensitive skin.
Inigo's hands move up, starting to try and find purchase somewhere in Tidus's hair. ]