[ As appetising as his name on Inigo's lips is, taking them against his is even better, drawn in by the state that he's getting in; the state they're both in. Inigo tells him, Touch me more, and Tidus's hand isn't shy at how it jerks off the other guy to give him what he wants. Sliding his other palm up his chest and cupping around his neck, their mouths meeting into a messy kiss that doesn't stop Tidus from whispering, ] Keep going, keep fingering yourself.

[ Because even if he can't immediately see it happening, he wants to overwhelm him. The same part they always get to, and so often does Tidus lose track about what they were supposed to be doing. He'll think and remember about it eventually, but for now, the taste of Inigo's mouth compels his tongue, the heat of his dick warm in his hand; the touch of his skin as he brushes his palm along his jawline pleasing.

He's not trying to push Inigo over the brink right away though. He just wants a few more of those moans out of him, touching his chest again, trying to pinch at a nipple through the fabric of his tight shirt. Lips parting from his, a lowered voice again while his hand comes to a slow, slow tug. ]

You don't want to cum just yet, do you? You want something better in you...

Show me you want it. [ Their faces are inches away from one another, Tidus's eyes half-lidded from the proximity, staring down at Inigo. ] Come and take it.