[ He's thought about this - of course he's thought about this. Possibly skipping this particular moment most of the time, sure, though not always; and maybe it's just that being here and (potentially) doing the real thing is different from his imagination, but-
But his hesitations seem immature in the face of Inigo's anticipation, when he talks about really liking the idea of this. No matter the real nerves creeping up his arms to his shoulders. When Tidus sees Inigo waiting like that, naked in front of him...
His lips are tight, but he's aware of his facial expressions, regardless of the uncertainty that still shows. But he gives Inigo a tiny smile, tries to swallow down his apprehensions; moving the bottle over to begin pouring out the gel-like substance onto his dominant hand. ]
Okay, [ he says, aiming for something that sounds confident. ] It's a lil' cold. Um, just tell me if I- poke anything weird?
[ You know, like something in the butt?? Please don't call him out, he's trying his best here, smearing the lube over his fore- and middle fingers, his thumb being used to help. Tidus moves in, getting into place between Inigo's legs; looking down once to guide his hand, but also deciding, actually, he'd rather look up at Inigo's face. Yeah, that's a better place.
.......or, maybe not. Maybe his dick is actually a better spot for him to (pretend to) observe, as the slick gel teases along the skin his fingers bump against on their way to finding where they're meant to go. Until finally, they press in between Inigo's ass, coming close to the ring of nerves leading in. Stopping nervously at the resistance that meets his barely-trying fingertips, and just hovering before the spot...
...but he starts to slowly push in, a glance taken back at Inigo's face once more that quickly darts away, ignoring the tickling to his skin as he gets his fingers in by the first knuckles. ]
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But his hesitations seem immature in the face of Inigo's anticipation, when he talks about really liking the idea of this. No matter the real nerves creeping up his arms to his shoulders. When Tidus sees Inigo waiting like that, naked in front of him...
His lips are tight, but he's aware of his facial expressions, regardless of the uncertainty that still shows. But he gives Inigo a tiny smile, tries to swallow down his apprehensions; moving the bottle over to begin pouring out the gel-like substance onto his dominant hand. ]
Okay, [ he says, aiming for something that sounds confident. ] It's a lil' cold. Um, just tell me if I- poke anything weird?
[ You know, like something in the butt?? Please don't call him out, he's trying his best here, smearing the lube over his fore- and middle fingers, his thumb being used to help. Tidus moves in, getting into place between Inigo's legs; looking down once to guide his hand, but also deciding, actually, he'd rather look up at Inigo's face. Yeah, that's a better place.
.......or, maybe not. Maybe his dick is actually a better spot for him to (pretend to) observe, as the slick gel teases along the skin his fingers bump against on their way to finding where they're meant to go. Until finally, they press in between Inigo's ass, coming close to the ring of nerves leading in. Stopping nervously at the resistance that meets his barely-trying fingertips, and just hovering before the spot...
...but he starts to slowly push in, a glance taken back at Inigo's face once more that quickly darts away, ignoring the tickling to his skin as he gets his fingers in by the first knuckles. ]