[ Tidus hit his goal, if with unaccounted for consequences. Not bad (for once), but while he gets the sputtering and fuss that he was hoping for, hearing Inigo answer in the affirmative - while his hands stroke at his skin, his chest, getting Tidus to puff it out just a tinsy more - ... it's not disagreeable, but there's something else fascinating about it.

It's a compliment, isn't it? That Inigo wants to put him in that state of mess. Tidus not sure if he's into it or indifferent, but at least he isn't against it; his hands sneaking around the back of Inigo, along his belt. It brings him closer to Inigo, with the shifting of his arms far from discreet, given their current conversation of dressing down to a minimum. ]

Well, then I guess it'd be better if I lay down, then. You can have a full view of me from up top. [ This is what Tidus likes, being this close to Inigo and making his cheeks pink. He's managed to grab at the tugs and tugs at them, pulling them undone. ]

But I like my messes inside you. [ He adds a note lower, a smirk across his lips. ]