[ That gasp isn't a sound that gets muffled by the activity Tidus is occupying himself with, the dip of a tongue end to lightly flick at the protruding collarbone. It colours Tidus's ears, or at least it feels that way by the heat that rushes there and elsewhere - far lower, deep in his belly.
He doesn't know why - is he that good? Did he kiss a sensitive part? Maybe it was in pain?
But Inigo continues to reciprocate, the hands searching their way up his body. Tidus leans back to let them get where they plan to, bringing them both into a clearer view of one another. He doesn't shy away from eyes, but his gaze does keep low on Inigo's chest, hands finding their way back onto thighs to rub the sides of.
And his own legs inch outward, to make them spread with them. ]
Is that really true? [ His hands run up, thumbs coming closer up Inigo's inner thigh. ] You were the one asking for this... you said you've been looking forward to this for ages.
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He doesn't know why - is he that good? Did he kiss a sensitive part? Maybe it was in pain?
But Inigo continues to reciprocate, the hands searching their way up his body. Tidus leans back to let them get where they plan to, bringing them both into a clearer view of one another. He doesn't shy away from eyes, but his gaze does keep low on Inigo's chest, hands finding their way back onto thighs to rub the sides of.
And his own legs inch outward, to make them spread with them. ]
Is that really true? [ His hands run up, thumbs coming closer up Inigo's inner thigh. ] You were the one asking for this... you said you've been looking forward to this for ages.