[ There's no doubt that a part of Inigo would be content with just this. Just sitting on Tidus's lap, kissing him, the other's hand down his pants, Inigo's mouth opening slightly so his own tongue slips out too, meeting each other.
It already feels pleasurable in so many ways. But this isn't their end goal today, and Inigo knows that if he lets himself get lead along by this for too long, it'll be no good. He wants to save it all for today's main course.
So after a few moments of kissing, he pulls back his face a little. His hands move down, fumbling with the hem of Tidus's own pants. Even though he has to catch his breath, he still manages to speak up between huffing in breaths of air. ]
Take off your pants.
[ There's nothing really bossy about it when Inigo is like this - basically just a flustered mess. His face still very red, his breath a bit uneven. It almost sounds more like a plea than anything else. ]
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It already feels pleasurable in so many ways. But this isn't their end goal today, and Inigo knows that if he lets himself get lead along by this for too long, it'll be no good. He wants to save it all for today's main course.
So after a few moments of kissing, he pulls back his face a little. His hands move down, fumbling with the hem of Tidus's own pants. Even though he has to catch his breath, he still manages to speak up between huffing in breaths of air. ]
Take off your pants.
[ There's nothing really bossy about it when Inigo is like this - basically just a flustered mess. His face still very red, his breath a bit uneven. It almost sounds more like a plea than anything else. ]