[ At first there's still some worries. Inigo wonders if he should touch himself, but then again, just Tidus's movement inside of him feels so good already, and maybe it's since it's just that good or maybe it's since he's just that turned on by this whole situation, but he feels like just having Tidus rock back and forth inside of him like this would be enough to finish him. And is that-- Is that okay? Is it too embarrassing, to come untouched, like he's just that desperate?
But the further this goes on, the less worries there are. It's like his mind - for once - is growing entirely blank. All he can think about is Tidus's body so close to his own, the feeling of the other's skin, Tidus's scent-- like it's just them, like there's not even any world left around them.
Inigo's moans are starting to rise, and it makes him latch onto Tidus even tighter. ]
Tidus, I-- [ It's so hard to talk like this, but he feels like he ought to communicate, like he should at least say something rather than surprise the other, even if his speech is constantly interrupted by gasps and moans. ] I think I.. I'm so.. so close..
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But the further this goes on, the less worries there are. It's like his mind - for once - is growing entirely blank. All he can think about is Tidus's body so close to his own, the feeling of the other's skin, Tidus's scent-- like it's just them, like there's not even any world left around them.
Inigo's moans are starting to rise, and it makes him latch onto Tidus even tighter. ]
Tidus, I-- [ It's so hard to talk like this, but he feels like he ought to communicate, like he should at least say something rather than surprise the other, even if his speech is constantly interrupted by gasps and moans. ] I think I.. I'm so.. so close..