[ Inigo isn't usually the one to be this pushy, this pressing. Tidus doesn't protest though when Inigo asks for more with his tongue, a kiss that wants to take the air out of his lungs, hands that are more blunt about what they want away.
Tidus takes back his hands in acknowledgement, removing his jacket and throwing it to the floor. He then grabs at Inigo's waist free of fabric, digging in fingers and dragging them, a touch that's trying to eat at him, his skin. But if Inigo signals at his shirt, grabs at the material to pull it off, then Tidus will drop his hold and raise his arms to get it off, by his efforts or Inigo's.
That too can go anywhere - on the bed, to the floor - as long as Tidus gets to take a moment on Inigo in turn: eyes admiring the body before him, the clothing framing it; with fingers riding up his belly, trying to sneak into the short black top. His forefinger doesn't manage to get in, but it doesn't stop the others from snaking to the chest hidden underneath. Tidus looks up, to search Inigo's face; to see what expressions he might be making, to decide what kind he'd like to have them make.
Or to catch Inigo's lips with his instead - whether he has to go to them, or because they're coming back for his. ]
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Tidus takes back his hands in acknowledgement, removing his jacket and throwing it to the floor. He then grabs at Inigo's waist free of fabric, digging in fingers and dragging them, a touch that's trying to eat at him, his skin. But if Inigo signals at his shirt, grabs at the material to pull it off, then Tidus will drop his hold and raise his arms to get it off, by his efforts or Inigo's.
That too can go anywhere - on the bed, to the floor - as long as Tidus gets to take a moment on Inigo in turn: eyes admiring the body before him, the clothing framing it; with fingers riding up his belly, trying to sneak into the short black top. His forefinger doesn't manage to get in, but it doesn't stop the others from snaking to the chest hidden underneath. Tidus looks up, to search Inigo's face; to see what expressions he might be making, to decide what kind he'd like to have them make.
Or to catch Inigo's lips with his instead - whether he has to go to them, or because they're coming back for his. ]