[ The kissing interruption is something Inigo can deal with. Something he can be patient about. After all, he wants those kisses just as much as Tidus does, so it's little more than a pleasant momentary distraction, one he's bodily leaning into for sure.
But something he can't deal with is everything that follows. Tidus correcting his usage of words, using the s-word he was trying so hard to avoid on purpose, and then asking him that? ]
Y-You can't just ask me that! [ Inigo sputters.
You know, in the most sexy way possible. Maybe he didn't calculate this whole confident sexy act well enough, since there's something about actually sitting here on Tidus's lap like this with the other shirtless in front of him that makes him feel so much more flustered and vulnerable - at least enough so to return a little to his usual ways, his cheeks bright pink.
His hands land on Tidus's chest, feeling up the muscles, brushing up against his nipples as a distraction from his own fluster. (A distraction for both of them, really.)
There's a slight pause, and then Inigo manages to finally add, softer: ]
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But something he can't deal with is everything that follows. Tidus correcting his usage of words, using the s-word he was trying so hard to avoid on purpose, and then asking him that? ]
Y-You can't just ask me that! [ Inigo sputters.
You know, in the most sexy way possible. Maybe he didn't calculate this whole confident sexy act well enough, since there's something about actually sitting here on Tidus's lap like this with the other shirtless in front of him that makes him feel so much more flustered and vulnerable - at least enough so to return a little to his usual ways, his cheeks bright pink.
His hands land on Tidus's chest, feeling up the muscles, brushing up against his nipples as a distraction from his own fluster. (A distraction for both of them, really.)
There's a slight pause, and then Inigo manages to finally add, softer: ]
.. I did though, yeah.