[ Ugh. He shouldn't complain about being jerked off right now, but it sure isn't making any of this easier to think about, to sort out his thoughts. One second trying to figure if he likes the idea of being made a mess on, and the next, arousal hitting him in just the right way where he wants Inigo to, regardless of his own preferences. If that's what he likes, he wants Inigo to be unravelled. Anything that he likes, anything that he wants.
Tidus chews on his lip for a second, before letting go of Inigo, all so he can awkwardly - warning Inigo with a muffled "Mind" - take off his shirt, minding his elbows as he has to cross over his arms and lift them up. He just barely gets it off, still trapped behind his back and over his head, but Tidus brushes his hair through.
And in that moment, he remembers his own confidence, the parts of himself he's proud of despite earlier worries about fitness. Inigo saying he looks hot, and isn't that what he wants him to think? For others to think when they look at him, deep down. A hand reaching back down to take a hold of him again, his gaze on Inigo provocative. His chest raised, a body on full display. ]
Is this what you like? [ Quiet, always a note quiet, but there's a hope, a draw to the question, his eyes on the other. Tempting. ] Do you wanna screw me?
[ He wouldn't have asked, under normal conditions. But inhibitions are coming loose, and Tidus wants to say anything to get Inigo going, to turn him on; no matter how hard he already is in his hand, no matter what his question is, implies, asks. ]
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Tidus chews on his lip for a second, before letting go of Inigo, all so he can awkwardly - warning Inigo with a muffled "Mind" - take off his shirt, minding his elbows as he has to cross over his arms and lift them up. He just barely gets it off, still trapped behind his back and over his head, but Tidus brushes his hair through.
And in that moment, he remembers his own confidence, the parts of himself he's proud of despite earlier worries about fitness. Inigo saying he looks hot, and isn't that what he wants him to think? For others to think when they look at him, deep down. A hand reaching back down to take a hold of him again, his gaze on Inigo provocative. His chest raised, a body on full display. ]
Is this what you like? [ Quiet, always a note quiet, but there's a hope, a draw to the question, his eyes on the other. Tempting. ] Do you wanna screw me?
[ He wouldn't have asked, under normal conditions. But inhibitions are coming loose, and Tidus wants to say anything to get Inigo going, to turn him on; no matter how hard he already is in his hand, no matter what his question is, implies, asks. ]