[ Inigo groans slightly into Tidus's mouth when the other's hands start wandering like that. It's partially instinctive, but at the same time also partially appreciative - just something he likes, having Tidus's hands on his. It brings a lot of distraction too, somewhere between those touches and Tidus's mouth being so busy right now, leaving very little opportunity for Inigo's mind to wander off into insecurities about whether or not he can do this right.
For once, he just doesn't care, doesn't think about it. He doesn't worry, he just goes for it.
Even if it does take another moment of clumsily searching once he's fully freed Tidus, his pants most likely hanging somewhere around his knees now, thankfully somehow managing to not knock his hand directly against his dick too hard. (Thanks, Naga, for blessing him today.)
Instead he manages to find the base, wrapping one of his hands around it, and slowly starting to stroke the shaft - without pulling away from the kiss, considering how tightly Tidus has him pulled into it. ]
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For once, he just doesn't care, doesn't think about it. He doesn't worry, he just goes for it.
Even if it does take another moment of clumsily searching once he's fully freed Tidus, his pants most likely hanging somewhere around his knees now, thankfully somehow managing to not knock his hand directly against his dick too hard. (Thanks, Naga, for blessing him today.)
Instead he manages to find the base, wrapping one of his hands around it, and slowly starting to stroke the shaft - without pulling away from the kiss, considering how tightly Tidus has him pulled into it. ]