[ There's absolutely nowhere for Inigo hide like this. Although it's doubtful whether he wants to or not. It's the main thing Inigo finds himself struggling with in this very moment, as he's sitting there on Tidus's lap, staring right into the other's eyes as he feels that hand making its way into his pants.
It's all so flustering, especially coupled with those words, and that makes the shy boy in him hide away, even in situations where it's hardly possible, like the one here where he's in full view.
On the other hand, Tidus is saying he likes having Inigo here like this. And it must mean at least partially since he likes seeing Inigo like this.
And Inigo wants to please so badly. ]
You-- You do?
[ His throat feels so dry, his voice stuck in his throat, but he manages to force those words out anyway, trying his best to keep his hips from rocking into the motion of Tidus's hands. (Please, he might just burst right out of his pants if he'd try that.)
His hands feel stupidly useless for a moment, heavy as lead, but he manages to grasp Tidus's face into his grasp, one hand on each of Tidus's cheeks. ]
What do you like about it..?
[ He feels mortified by the possible answers.
And yet also incredibly turned on at the same time, which is why he can't help but ask. ]
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It's all so flustering, especially coupled with those words, and that makes the shy boy in him hide away, even in situations where it's hardly possible, like the one here where he's in full view.
On the other hand, Tidus is saying he likes having Inigo here like this. And it must mean at least partially since he likes seeing Inigo like this.
And Inigo wants to please so badly. ]
You-- You do?
[ His throat feels so dry, his voice stuck in his throat, but he manages to force those words out anyway, trying his best to keep his hips from rocking into the motion of Tidus's hands. (Please, he might just burst right out of his pants if he'd try that.)
His hands feel stupidly useless for a moment, heavy as lead, but he manages to grasp Tidus's face into his grasp, one hand on each of Tidus's cheeks. ]
What do you like about it..?
[ He feels mortified by the possible answers.
And yet also incredibly turned on at the same time, which is why he can't help but ask. ]