[ The whine does worry Tidus, how can it not? But he tries to be as slow as possible, to pause, to not rush. Don't worry, Inigo says - but there's no turning that off, only trust keeping him from not stopping. ]
Just- relax, [ he reminds Inigo, the one thing he knows about any of this, that Inigo needs to be at ease, experiencing the way before when Inigo's muscles had clenched around his fingers. He isn't quite sure if Inigo is or isn't clenched now, but he waits for a moment, then continues - getting in the head of his cock, his fingers holding and guiding his shaft. Hoping he used enough lube, hoping this won't end up uncomfortable. But none of his hopes and worries being an amount to make him stop, eyes glancing over at Inigo's face.
He already feels the desire to thrust, but there's no way he can yet. His lips pinch, rolling together, and he enters some more; willing to stop if Inigo speaks up and asks for a second, and does so anyway if he hears the other guy make a sound. Just in case.
Until he can't keep a hold of himself any longer, no space for his hand. Tidus starts to place it on Inigo's thigh until he moves it to rest next to it instead. Eyes now more on Inigo, evaluating.
And if there's nothing to stop him doing so, he starts to withdraw - and then push himself just as carefully back in. ]
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Just- relax, [ he reminds Inigo, the one thing he knows about any of this, that Inigo needs to be at ease, experiencing the way before when Inigo's muscles had clenched around his fingers. He isn't quite sure if Inigo is or isn't clenched now, but he waits for a moment, then continues - getting in the head of his cock, his fingers holding and guiding his shaft. Hoping he used enough lube, hoping this won't end up uncomfortable. But none of his hopes and worries being an amount to make him stop, eyes glancing over at Inigo's face.
He already feels the desire to thrust, but there's no way he can yet. His lips pinch, rolling together, and he enters some more; willing to stop if Inigo speaks up and asks for a second, and does so anyway if he hears the other guy make a sound. Just in case.
Until he can't keep a hold of himself any longer, no space for his hand. Tidus starts to place it on Inigo's thigh until he moves it to rest next to it instead. Eyes now more on Inigo, evaluating.
And if there's nothing to stop him doing so, he starts to withdraw - and then push himself just as carefully back in. ]