[ It's not as if Tidus needs constant attention to get his rocks off here. That Inigo loses concentration, that gaped mouth and the way he's barely able to get his words out; his eyes soaking him up, just as dazed as Tidus has been feeling this entire time. It's all arousing even if Inigo's hand might stop or slow, knowing that he's doing this to him. ]

You can touch me whenever you want. Touch me now. [ Even if it means his dick won't be getting as much attention, what does he care, when the rest of him will? When Inigo will keep looking that way, when Tidus could get him off from just admiring him-- ] You'd look good like this, on top of me. Watching you move on top of me?

[ Shit, he wants it; his fingers on Inigo's waist digging in, wanting to pull him there, do exactly as they're talking about. But they can't, not this time, but having Inigo riding his dick-

His hips buck, if just to add to the fantasy, this one being built between them. ]

I wanna see you riding me.

[ (Someone is really enjoying dirty talk, in this room.) ]