[ Tidus doesn't resist. That's the last thing he wants to do, taking those sloppy kisses and sinking his tongue deeper into a kiss that he takes over, so Inigo can keep pumping at his dick. Attention that the other guy doesn't need to give for long as a groan rumbles up Tidus's throat, and between their mouths, the last bit he needed to finally finish being received, and cum spilling out.
He holds their kiss in that moment before eventually pulling away, to rest his head against the side of Inigo's neck; his lips close enough to it, but they don't press in for any gesture. The moment taken for him to get back his breath, for the sensation that spreads through him to sink back into a calm.
But Tidus does bring his hand close to the other side of Inigo's head to him. A little fumbling, not sure of what he's doing exactly himself, but managing to brush a thumb along the side of his temple, his fingers resting in his hair.
now's the time where they have to
talk eventually.
But Tidus realises (somehow) that he's the one who has them trapped in their current situation, lifting his head with a bit of a shy sideway glance, but- ]
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He holds their kiss in that moment before eventually pulling away, to rest his head against the side of Inigo's neck; his lips close enough to it, but they don't press in for any gesture. The moment taken for him to get back his breath, for the sensation that spreads through him to sink back into a calm.
But Tidus does bring his hand close to the other side of Inigo's head to him. A little fumbling, not sure of what he's doing exactly himself, but managing to brush a thumb along the side of his temple, his fingers resting in his hair.
now's the time where they have to
talk eventually.
But Tidus realises (somehow) that he's the one who has them trapped in their current situation, lifting his head with a bit of a shy sideway glance, but- ]
Did you-- wanna sit up?
[ d-do you want him to move bro ]