[ Don't worry, friend: the manhandling is yet to come.
Or rather, a part of it is taken away when Inigo finds himself being dragged right along by Tidus latching onto his arms - something Inigo apparently didn't see coming, judging by the surprise on his face. His mouth still hanging open a little, his eyes slightly wider.
But it's fine. This is still something he can work with. After all, it's so much easier to get to the proper main event now Tidus is there on his back on the bed, and Inigo hovering over him, kneeling with his knees on the bed on each side of Tidus's hips.
It feels a little odd, looking down at the other like this, but Inigo doesn't have long to ponder it. His instinct is taking over, wanting nothing more than to get down to this already. He can only take a moment to find the bottle of lube again, dipping his fingers right back in before grabbing a hold of Tidus's cock with the same hand, starting to stroke it as he coats it with the lube too - just for good measure. After all, Inigo has no idea how hard it will be to go down on Tidus like this, and he doesn't want it to look painful where Tidus can see it and start to worry.
(And, honestly, maybe he's stroking Tidus for a little longer than necessary - but he did tell the other he wanted it to be good for him too.)
Inigo doesn't even look at the shaft itself. Instead his eyes are trained on Tidus's face, as if he's trying to soak in any moment of his reaction. The same thing goes for when Inigo actually moves. Sure, he needs to look for a moment to make sure his butt aligns with Tidus's dick in the first place, but once he's sure it does, feeling the tip right against him, he looks back at Tidus's face.
All the way as he slowly starts taking him in. First feeling the tip, and then slowly lowering himself further with a gasp and uneven breath, all the way until he's fully taken the other in, sitting there on Tidus's body. It's then that Inigo stills though, seeming to need a moment for his body to get used to the sensation of having the other inside of him like this again.
If the other tries to move at all, or even move an arm to try and touch him, Inigo makes an attempt - a weak one, considering his current state, but he's trying - to bat at him with a hand, gasping out: ]
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Or rather, a part of it is taken away when Inigo finds himself being dragged right along by Tidus latching onto his arms - something Inigo apparently didn't see coming, judging by the surprise on his face. His mouth still hanging open a little, his eyes slightly wider.
But it's fine. This is still something he can work with. After all, it's so much easier to get to the proper main event now Tidus is there on his back on the bed, and Inigo hovering over him, kneeling with his knees on the bed on each side of Tidus's hips.
It feels a little odd, looking down at the other like this, but Inigo doesn't have long to ponder it. His instinct is taking over, wanting nothing more than to get down to this already. He can only take a moment to find the bottle of lube again, dipping his fingers right back in before grabbing a hold of Tidus's cock with the same hand, starting to stroke it as he coats it with the lube too - just for good measure. After all, Inigo has no idea how hard it will be to go down on Tidus like this, and he doesn't want it to look painful where Tidus can see it and start to worry.
(And, honestly, maybe he's stroking Tidus for a little longer than necessary - but he did tell the other he wanted it to be good for him too.)
Inigo doesn't even look at the shaft itself. Instead his eyes are trained on Tidus's face, as if he's trying to soak in any moment of his reaction. The same thing goes for when Inigo actually moves. Sure, he needs to look for a moment to make sure his butt aligns with Tidus's dick in the first place, but once he's sure it does, feeling the tip right against him, he looks back at Tidus's face.
All the way as he slowly starts taking him in. First feeling the tip, and then slowly lowering himself further with a gasp and uneven breath, all the way until he's fully taken the other in, sitting there on Tidus's body. It's then that Inigo stills though, seeming to need a moment for his body to get used to the sensation of having the other inside of him like this again.
If the other tries to move at all, or even move an arm to try and touch him, Inigo makes an attempt - a weak one, considering his current state, but he's trying - to bat at him with a hand, gasping out: ]
I.. I'm the one in charge now.