[ By Naga, does Inigo ever not have an idea of what he's into, other than what his brain decides is really hot or not at any given moment.
But admitting to that in the middle of stroking Tidus seems like an awful idea, and Inigo's mouth opens and closes a few times without being able to say anything just yet. (His hand, on the other hand, is still very much moving.) ]
I-- [ What else can he say here?! ]
I.. kind of like the thought of it.. [ He can admit to that, right? That isn't too weird, is it? Nothing wrong with thinking it's hot to cum on your bro, r-right? It feels like he's navigating a minefield, with every word being a potential bomb that could blow up and make Tidus think he's so weird. ] You'd.. look hot. Like that. I think.
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But admitting to that in the middle of stroking Tidus seems like an awful idea, and Inigo's mouth opens and closes a few times without being able to say anything just yet. (His hand, on the other hand, is still very much moving.) ]
I-- [ What else can he say here?! ]
I.. kind of like the thought of it.. [ He can admit to that, right? That isn't too weird, is it? Nothing wrong with thinking it's hot to cum on your bro, r-right? It feels like he's navigating a minefield, with every word being a potential bomb that could blow up and make Tidus think he's so weird. ] You'd.. look hot. Like that. I think.