[ Did he know that he'd get Inigo to do this? Everything that spills out of his mouth intoxicated by lust, and Tidus is only getting drunker as Inigo complies, moving his hips, his eyes continuing to watch him. Look at him go, look at him wanting it--there's something embarrassing in itself to feel Inigo using his hand to get himself off, but with Inigo leaning forward like that, putting everything into it-- ]

Amazing, [ Tidus says on a gasp, needing to catch his breath. His daydreams about them coming together more chaste than this in comparison, coy hands exploring skin and endless kisses between. But they've moved beyond that, Tidus led by a thirst he's never known: ] You look amazing, Inigo. You don't know how good you look-- you'd have a face just like this. I'd wanna see you cum. I wanna see you lose it.

[ It's a curse he's finding now, keeping his hand still for Inigo to fuck, when he can't be the one jerking him off, fucking him for him. Tidus resists temptation, wanting to witness Inigo get more into it, lose himself in their words and the sex; muttering instead 'come on's, 'get yourself off's. 'Make a mess all over me.'

Words Tidus never knew he'd mutter, crave to witness and be a part of. ]