[ Tidus doesn't have an answer to give but the kiss that he brings Inigo back into, searching for that soft press of their lips. Hand drawing around to the small of his back, pulling Inigo in, while his other pumps along the length of him that he can now comfortably find a pace to.
He doesn't have his mind in on that roleplay, but he does have it for seeking out Inigo's tongue, tempting his by the tip of his flicking gently along his lips, searching for something less chaste. There's nothing chaste about where they are, Inigo's cock in his hand, his own straining now against his pants, knowing what's in store for him.
But he likes this right now too, the kissing, treating Inigo, pleasuring him and getting him worked up before they go any further. Working himself up, his self-retreat gradually ebbing away as they keep at this. Finding himself wanting more and more with each passing second. ]
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He doesn't have his mind in on that roleplay, but he does have it for seeking out Inigo's tongue, tempting his by the tip of his flicking gently along his lips, searching for something less chaste. There's nothing chaste about where they are, Inigo's cock in his hand, his own straining now against his pants, knowing what's in store for him.
But he likes this right now too, the kissing, treating Inigo, pleasuring him and getting him worked up before they go any further. Working himself up, his self-retreat gradually ebbing away as they keep at this. Finding himself wanting more and more with each passing second. ]