[ It's a good thing that Inigo's excitement is outweighing everything else here, or he might have backed out due to sheer nerves.
But after having had Tidus's fingers inside of him, it's hard to think of anything else. Even though he has to wait for a moment while Tidus prepares himself, the feeling caused by all of it still floats through his mind, blocking out anything else. All Inigo processes is that he moves to help prop that pillow up underneath him, his body shifting, and then a moment later he can feel the other entering him.
And this part is new. Everything before this has still been something Inigo has experience with, even if it's with himself rather than another guy. But that leaves this to truly be the first time he's had anything like this in him, and it's--
It's so much.
He whines when Tidus enters him, audible even though it's brief. It's something he can't surpress in time, because otherwise he wouldn't have voiced it, wouldn't want Tidus to worry that something is wrong here, because-- nothing is wrong. Or so Inigo thinks, anyway. He has no idea what's supposed to feel wrong or right here, all he knows is that this feels like much. Like so much.
So much that his hands move to grip onto the sofa, its material bunching up underneath his clawing fingers. ]
D-Don't worry, keep going. [ He finally manages to force out, his voice tight. ] It's fine, I.. I'm just..
[ Just adjusting. Inigo's eyes fall shut, sweat already starting to form on his brow. ]
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But after having had Tidus's fingers inside of him, it's hard to think of anything else. Even though he has to wait for a moment while Tidus prepares himself, the feeling caused by all of it still floats through his mind, blocking out anything else. All Inigo processes is that he moves to help prop that pillow up underneath him, his body shifting, and then a moment later he can feel the other entering him.
And this part is new. Everything before this has still been something Inigo has experience with, even if it's with himself rather than another guy. But that leaves this to truly be the first time he's had anything like this in him, and it's--
It's so much.
He whines when Tidus enters him, audible even though it's brief. It's something he can't surpress in time, because otherwise he wouldn't have voiced it, wouldn't want Tidus to worry that something is wrong here, because-- nothing is wrong. Or so Inigo thinks, anyway. He has no idea what's supposed to feel wrong or right here, all he knows is that this feels like much. Like so much.
So much that his hands move to grip onto the sofa, its material bunching up underneath his clawing fingers. ]
D-Don't worry, keep going. [ He finally manages to force out, his voice tight. ] It's fine, I.. I'm just..
[ Just adjusting. Inigo's eyes fall shut, sweat already starting to form on his brow. ]