[ There's a twitch through him, anticipation and apprehension that makes his stomach sink away from Inigo's touch, to settle back into it. Anticipation, apprehension - two ingredients for a cocktail that's already making Tidus dizzier and dizzier, as if he needs more help to lose him as to how they got here. Was this Inigo's plan from the moment that he brought up about the double room? All that time, believing their minds on were entirely different things; and it's not like Inigo didn't mention it subtly, and it's not like it's anything deceitful.
But it's as if they're on two entirely different planes, with just how together Inigo is above him, the words that he's saying. Truths he's about to take to mean just wanting sex, but Inigo doesn't allow him to take it in that angle as he goes on.
I thought of what you'd feel like. What you'd look like.
A noise escapes his throat, a strangled shudder, embarrassed, and more so once it's out. His legs have lowered those bent knees already with the hand getting so close, so close, and Tidus can't keep his eyes on Inigo's so easily. The hand still resting on his thigh, and does he know what to do with this information? Does he know what he would do if that hand of Inigo's was to go lower, touch him, just like he wants it to? Anticipation, apprehension-- ]
...You know we can't go all the way, right? [ He's staring holes into the wall, a new found friend already in this new room of theirs; his fingers with Inigo reaching up and gripping onto his shirt. ] Like, there's stuff, and...
[ and... And he doesn't very well like to be staring at that wall after all when Inigo is right there, like it's fine just to ignore him that way. Turning his eyes back onto him, feeling so completely out of his depth. ] I think there's--stuff you have to do.
[ There's a question in the way he ends, an uncertainty, as if Inigo might know. The guy here who was actually going to get married to another man, and so - it's likely, right?
The guy whose thoughts have gone even further than his, with acts that Tidus can only assume on his mind. ]
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But it's as if they're on two entirely different planes, with just how together Inigo is above him, the words that he's saying. Truths he's about to take to mean just wanting sex, but Inigo doesn't allow him to take it in that angle as he goes on.
I thought of what you'd feel like. What you'd look like.
A noise escapes his throat, a strangled shudder, embarrassed, and more so once it's out. His legs have lowered those bent knees already with the hand getting so close, so close, and Tidus can't keep his eyes on Inigo's so easily. The hand still resting on his thigh, and does he know what to do with this information? Does he know what he would do if that hand of Inigo's was to go lower, touch him, just like he wants it to? Anticipation, apprehension-- ]
...You know we can't go all the way, right? [ He's staring holes into the wall, a new found friend already in this new room of theirs; his fingers with Inigo reaching up and gripping onto his shirt. ] Like, there's stuff, and...
[ and... And he doesn't very well like to be staring at that wall after all when Inigo is right there, like it's fine just to ignore him that way. Turning his eyes back onto him, feeling so completely out of his depth. ] I think there's--stuff you have to do.
[ There's a question in the way he ends, an uncertainty, as if Inigo might know. The guy here who was actually going to get married to another man, and so - it's likely, right?
The guy whose thoughts have gone even further than his, with acts that Tidus can only assume on his mind. ]