[ The shirt trapped against his back and the couch has been discarded into the mess made by the rest of the clothes, during that time. And it's true, that there's something different now with the two of them as naked as they are; when jerking each other off never really required them to get unchanged - and neither did this, really - but this time, Inigo wanted the full works.

To do this properly - whatever that means. Right now, Tidus feels his confidence wavering in that way it always has, just by the plastering of the kisses Inigo leaves on him, the soft words spoken between. But he chuckles, nudges his head to get his face to meet Inigo's, his bottom lip catching and dragging along skin. ]

Speak for yourself, too. You'd get a lot more people if you put yourself out there. [ That he can grin for, knowing how Inigo might disagree, but nothing new there. He plants a kiss on a cheek while he can get to it, speaking against it: ] Maybe I'll find someone to hook you up with. ...maybe after we have sex a few times?

[ Because if their dicks aren't touching yet, they will now, Tidus ringing his arms around hips and grabbing the side of a leg, shifting Inigo closer to get them bumping. Their faces some too, probably, but Tidus has his head tilted upward, as if to ready to meet certain protests. ]