[ Tidus won't force their kisses. At least - with his hands now wandering Inigo's body, there's no pressing their mouths together, and even as Inigo takes a hold of him, the slow stroking that starts, his end of keeping it up is halted, the shaky breath that he takes in, how all of his body reacts to that sensitive touch. His eyes closed for the longest time, but there's a moment there where they flicker opening, not knowing - if he wants to know if Inigo's eyes are on him, or if he wants to see his face, the expression he's making. A look he might be able to get away with and not be caught, but he slides a hand up to cup a cheek, his thumb caressing the side of Inigo's mouth.
His legs shift, parting, just some, as if relaxing to with the attention, while his heart is anything but. It's nothing like how he thought they would do this, but thoughts are things far from his mind now; taking softer kisses again, as if just playing with Inigo's lips more than anything. Not wanting to distract him, his hand, this intimacy growing between them, while his own hand wanders still that expanse of skin on Inigo's back, skin that he usually shies away from showing.
Maybe he's being a bit selfish right now, enjoying this, not doing more, but he wants to sink into it, relish it all the same. ]
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His legs shift, parting, just some, as if relaxing to with the attention, while his heart is anything but. It's nothing like how he thought they would do this, but thoughts are things far from his mind now; taking softer kisses again, as if just playing with Inigo's lips more than anything. Not wanting to distract him, his hand, this intimacy growing between them, while his own hand wanders still that expanse of skin on Inigo's back, skin that he usually shies away from showing.
Maybe he's being a bit selfish right now, enjoying this, not doing more, but he wants to sink into it, relish it all the same. ]