[ It's unusual for Inigo to not take the bait, and here with them like this, Inigo's hands staying where they are - Tidus finds his teasing has backfired, where he's the one with a fluster, mostly in his throat. Inigo's serious, and Tidus didn't doubt it, but this... ]
...Then do what you want, [ he says, giving a permission that doesn't miss the weight of, and where it'll lead. Planting a kiss on Inigo's lips after it, waiting for that belt to be removed; so he can take them, his hands on Inigo to guide him and the both of them back over to that couch he came from.
Pushing off the jacket he's been wearing once sliding out the clips and discarding it on the floor, the buttons of his black shirt left.
But Tidus goes back for Inigo's mouth as his hands are less impatient - less willing to think and hesitate - about the belt of Inigo's own outfit trapping his own vest in place. ]
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...Then do what you want, [ he says, giving a permission that doesn't miss the weight of, and where it'll lead. Planting a kiss on Inigo's lips after it, waiting for that belt to be removed; so he can take them, his hands on Inigo to guide him and the both of them back over to that couch he came from.
Pushing off the jacket he's been wearing once sliding out the clips and discarding it on the floor, the buttons of his black shirt left.
But Tidus goes back for Inigo's mouth as his hands are less impatient - less willing to think and hesitate - about the belt of Inigo's own outfit trapping his own vest in place. ]