[ Inigo is doing well for a guy feigning confidence, Tidus never feeling so reliant on the other guy as he does in this moment. Glad in a way that isn't quite relief that Inigo isn't expecting to go that far today, when he hasn't quite thought about doing that much himself. But they have different expectations, different desires, and while he's not against the idea of being with a guy, knowing that and actually exploring it - it's never gone as far as anything he's done and talked about with Inigo.
And now, he's never felt so taunted without it seeming deliberate. That touch so close, as if testing him, making his uncertainties turn firmly into want than the swinging pendulum it's been acting as. Tidus struggles not to squirm his hips to make a point, but does he have to do that, with the offer that Inigo is spilling to him above, the question of if he wants it off his tongue-
It doesn't make it any easier to his stomach fluttering, the breath he has to take. But- ]
...if you don't, things are gonna get really awkward.
[ There's the ghost of a laugh that's meant to be there, a joke wrapped around the truth of what this is already doing to him, even if he isn't exactly raring to go below. But jokes are an anchor for him, or at least some semblance of security he can hold onto, try and find something called confidence. A gaze that continues to make him feel weak to meet Inigo's, but he does, the hand gripping onto his shirt raising up, going to the back of his neck, wrapping around there and nudging him down.
Tidus raising his own chin, licking his lips. Tempting him into a kiss while his heart plays on a drum that has his chest breathing already heavier, the other hand by his side reaching over for the one by his crotch,
and gliding over it, guiding it down, as if Inigo needs any persuasion, any guidance at all.
(But hopefully before then, he'll be hidden inside an open mouthed kiss, his tongue pressed against Inigo's.) ]
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And now, he's never felt so taunted without it seeming deliberate. That touch so close, as if testing him, making his uncertainties turn firmly into want than the swinging pendulum it's been acting as. Tidus struggles not to squirm his hips to make a point, but does he have to do that, with the offer that Inigo is spilling to him above, the question of if he wants it off his tongue-
It doesn't make it any easier to his stomach fluttering, the breath he has to take. But- ]
...if you don't, things are gonna get really awkward.
[ There's the ghost of a laugh that's meant to be there, a joke wrapped around the truth of what this is already doing to him, even if he isn't exactly raring to go below. But jokes are an anchor for him, or at least some semblance of security he can hold onto, try and find something called confidence. A gaze that continues to make him feel weak to meet Inigo's, but he does, the hand gripping onto his shirt raising up, going to the back of his neck, wrapping around there and nudging him down.
Tidus raising his own chin, licking his lips. Tempting him into a kiss while his heart plays on a drum that has his chest breathing already heavier, the other hand by his side reaching over for the one by his crotch,
and gliding over it, guiding it down, as if Inigo needs any persuasion, any guidance at all.
(But hopefully before then, he'll be hidden inside an open mouthed kiss, his tongue pressed against Inigo's.) ]