[ Tidus wants to pull that shy face towards him. A part of him worried he's going too far, and he could kiss Inigo's cheeks, his lips, make it all okay again. But then there's hands running along his body appreciatively, and he doesn't want to ruin it; his chest lifting, torso too, reacting to the touch on them, a heaviness to his breathing even without the lower attention on him.
But at this point, despite where he started from wanting to indulge in being the one to be stroked off, things have changed - and he wants to continue to watch Inigo like this, have him like this. Close to overwhelmed, wanting too. ]
You can dress up in that dancer outfit, [ he suggests, voice smooth deliberately. Taking one of Inigo's hands and leading it to a pec to rub over, his other hand still pumping at his cock. ] Didn't you tell me guys do sexy dances too?
[ And then he slows that stroking hand, fingers loosening just an inch. Already onto some new idea: ]
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But at this point, despite where he started from wanting to indulge in being the one to be stroked off, things have changed - and he wants to continue to watch Inigo like this, have him like this. Close to overwhelmed, wanting too. ]
You can dress up in that dancer outfit, [ he suggests, voice smooth deliberately. Taking one of Inigo's hands and leading it to a pec to rub over, his other hand still pumping at his cock. ] Didn't you tell me guys do sexy dances too?
[ And then he slows that stroking hand, fingers loosening just an inch. Already onto some new idea: ]
Show me how you'd move.
[ Get yourself off in his hand. ]