[ Inigo is totally speechless. It's like the Tidus of his dreams is suddenly right here, in the flesh, saying things that he never expected the actual Tidus to say, no matter how many times Inigo imagined them coming out of his mouth while taking care of himself in private. Saying Inigo would look good. Saying he wants to see Inigo riding him.

It's getting him worked up like no tomorrow, and it sure doesn't help that Inigo is also well aware that it's not something that can happen right now.

Even though the way Tidus bucks up against him is killing him, making his breath hitch, and remain uneven still after it. His face feels so insanely hot, and he uses his free hand to briefly cover up its redness, out of a sheer sense of shame over just how turned on he feels by just those simple words from Tidus. ]

I-- I could.

[ Not right now, he knows, but when they're capable of doing it, he could. He'd do it. Something about actually witnessing Tidus act like this in real time is making him feel like promising the other absolutely anything he wants. ]

I could ride you.. as much as you want. [ Slowly Inigo stops covering his face, even though he's still feeling very shy. But it's mostly since he needs that hand. He needs both hands for the moment, in fact, so he does momentary release his hold on Tidus so he can instead put both of his hands on the other guy's abs, moving along them slowly, sensually, like he's properly exploring them alongside every word. ] You're.. You're so hot, Tidus. I want to look good for you too..