[ There's that embarrassment, not unexpected, but it comes with that squirm in his lap that teases Tidus with the knowledge of how little attention he's received himself. Sliding a hand to freely do that, fingers brushing against Inigo's cock in the process. He doesn't pull his head away, though it isn't being made easy to see Inigo like this, but he gives himself a few strokes, not so bold, but finding his self-restraint lessening as- ]

I didn't say what a few times meant. [ -as his mouth becomes more daring, teasing. His hand taking a hold of Inigo again, slowly jerking at him once more without fanfare. ] ...how did you wanna do it? I think- we could do it like this, maybe.

[ Did either of them want that? But as nice as it's been to have Inigo on his lap like this, he admits after a beat- ]

Or- leaning on the arm of the sofa might be easier.

[ But he's not yet so bold to say, seeing Inigo's back and his arms on the arm of the sofa - is kinda a sexy image.... ]