He takes plenty, small and quiet, the motions of his fingers easing to a stop before then slowly being drawn out. Residue sticks with him, a heat from Inigo's body; and the eyes that had watched Inigo's face in their exchange turning away so he can concentrate. Lube, that's still out on the couch by his knee, and it's the packet of condoms he has to get out. A fussiness he doesn't really want to deal with as nervous hands fumble to open it, to take out one of the squares.
This isn't the first he's tried one of these on, but it's not just for curiosity's sake this time. Desire and nerves are a strange mixture, all the lust that had been driving him forward now making room for insecurities: if he's going to be any good, will it be alright? Will he disappoint Inigo, 'cause he really doesn't want to do that--
Tidus tries to swat away the thoughts as he drips more of lube over his covered cock, spreading it over. A sadder thought trying to worm itself into his head - you wanted to do this with Yuna - that stops him from focusing anything that tries to enter his mind. Shuffling forward, trying to get somewhere into a better position; and it's Inigo's lower torso that makes him grab one of the soft pillows from behind him, suggest to Inigo - ] Let me put this under... [ to prop up his ass some more.
His heart is racing, its beating reaching his ears. The hand that had been on the side of the couch now coming to rest somewhere by Inigo's hip as he lines up, pressed the tip of his cock to Inigo's opening. Slowly, slowly...
He won't voice further reassurances, requests of Tell me, if this is okay-- they've gone through that enough times now, and there's nothing else but to push in, feeling as the heat of Inigo's body presses around him back. ]
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He takes plenty, small and quiet, the motions of his fingers easing to a stop before then slowly being drawn out. Residue sticks with him, a heat from Inigo's body; and the eyes that had watched Inigo's face in their exchange turning away so he can concentrate. Lube, that's still out on the couch by his knee, and it's the packet of condoms he has to get out. A fussiness he doesn't really want to deal with as nervous hands fumble to open it, to take out one of the squares.
This isn't the first he's tried one of these on, but it's not just for curiosity's sake this time. Desire and nerves are a strange mixture, all the lust that had been driving him forward now making room for insecurities: if he's going to be any good, will it be alright? Will he disappoint Inigo, 'cause he really doesn't want to do that--
Tidus tries to swat away the thoughts as he drips more of lube over his covered cock, spreading it over. A sadder thought trying to worm itself into his head - you wanted to do this with Yuna - that stops him from focusing anything that tries to enter his mind. Shuffling forward, trying to get somewhere into a better position; and it's Inigo's lower torso that makes him grab one of the soft pillows from behind him, suggest to Inigo - ] Let me put this under... [ to prop up his ass some more.
His heart is racing, its beating reaching his ears. The hand that had been on the side of the couch now coming to rest somewhere by Inigo's hip as he lines up, pressed the tip of his cock to Inigo's opening. Slowly, slowly...
He won't voice further reassurances, requests of Tell me, if this is okay-- they've gone through that enough times now, and there's nothing else but to push in, feeling as the heat of Inigo's body presses around him back. ]