[ The fumbling doesn't bother - or more accurately, register to - Tidus. Desperate little kisses distracting and taking his attention, and he doesn't realise himself what a not good job Inigo is actually doing about getting him undressed.
But that's alright. A chuckle bubbles up in his throat as he pulls back, a hand on Inigo's arm, a quiet 'wait' to put a pause to what they're doing so Tidus can glance back and take a seat; his grip on Inigo tugging him, a 'come here' to make Inigo follow.
To get him on top of his lap, eyes looking into his with a soft cheekiness. ]
It'll be easier like this.
[ Will it? Debatable, but Tidus is giving Inigo the time to get to his buttons without distracting him with kisses, rubbing at the side of his thigh as he feels his own breath in his lungs as hands move down him just in view.
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But that's alright. A chuckle bubbles up in his throat as he pulls back, a hand on Inigo's arm, a quiet 'wait' to put a pause to what they're doing so Tidus can glance back and take a seat; his grip on Inigo tugging him, a 'come here' to make Inigo follow.
To get him on top of his lap, eyes looking into his with a soft cheekiness. ]
It'll be easier like this.
[ Will it? Debatable, but Tidus is giving Inigo the time to get to his buttons without distracting him with kisses, rubbing at the side of his thigh as he feels his own breath in his lungs as hands move down him just in view.
There's certainly some colour to his face. ]