[ There's only one thought becoming increasingly obvious to Inigo.

He's so weak.

Right here, in this moment, he is so incredibly weak. Even as Tidus releases his hold on him for a moment, Inigo keeps feeling so turned on, not even needing the hand on his dick for a moment to keep him entirely hard as he stares at the other, at the way Tidus is so very obviously putting himself on display, like he knows what he's got and isn't afraid to show it.

And why should he be? His body is exactly the way Inigo remembers it, the way he's seen it before. More tanned than his own body, the muscles all on display, everything perfectly formed. ]

Y-Yeah, I'm crazy about the way you look..

[ The words spill out without thinking. He's going too far, he's saying too much, but he's too far gone to reel himself back in. He's so turned on, and it's only made worse by the hand returning. It almost feels like he could cum right here and now.

Honestly, he has to focus to remember that right, he's in the middle of jerking Tidus off as well, but he does try to focus and keep his own hand moving too, even as he's lost in the awe of the sight of the other like this. ]

I've.. I've always thought of you screwing me, but.. I thought of touching you so many times, of feeling your body..