[ It sinks through his whole body, that moan elicited. A moan that Tidus wants to hear more of, but Inigo is speaking first, a name that makes him wonder if he needs to pause. Or is it following that sound? Eyes resting on Inigo, waiting in a way that's more of a struggle than ever before.
Closer.
--ah. It takes a good second to do that, even if he only really needs to lean his weight forward, to find a new place for his arms, his elbows. But it's fussy with your dick inside a guy, a hand coming to press to the side of a thigh until he can get himself moderately comfortable.
He's not completely leaning level with Inigo's face, but it's close enough; and with his weight supported, he dips his face to leave a kiss on the side of Inigo's jaw, chaste. His hips twitching, and rocking forward some in impatience, though he's trying to behave for Inigo's own next move. ]
Is this good? [ he whispers quietly, meaning the position - or meaning it all, in reality. ]
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Closer.
--ah. It takes a good second to do that, even if he only really needs to lean his weight forward, to find a new place for his arms, his elbows. But it's fussy with your dick inside a guy, a hand coming to press to the side of a thigh until he can get himself moderately comfortable.
He's not completely leaning level with Inigo's face, but it's close enough; and with his weight supported, he dips his face to leave a kiss on the side of Inigo's jaw, chaste. His hips twitching, and rocking forward some in impatience, though he's trying to behave for Inigo's own next move. ]
Is this good? [ he whispers quietly, meaning the position - or meaning it all, in reality. ]