[ Someone is having fun with his dick there. Not that Tidus can complain, and he doesn't attempt to, the small moans and sounds that he makes sexual before disagreeable.
Even with Inigo's eyes on him, never straying away. Tidus looks at him back, taking in the expression he wears, the look of want painted into his face. He wonders how he looks himself, but doesn't care, either; the slight shyness of the kind of guy he actually is hushed by the much larger side of him - the one who wants to be looked at, to be soaked in, wanted. So what if he's like this? Needy, longing; wanting to be sought, especially by people he likes?
But now isn't the time to consider any of that. As Inigo keeps moving, not with his hand but his body, and Tidus's heartbeat increases, giddy. He doesn't interrupt him in the process, enjoying the sensation; as Inigo comes down on him, the breath he takes in, holding onto before sharply releasing. The second after, having himself buried in him, it's after that that Tidus reaches out to put his hands on Inigo's legs, about to mutter his name.
--until he's stopped, told to even. Tidus blinks in surprise, but he does as he's told, dropping his hands back down. ]
O-- okay.
[ Touching...bad?? Does Inigo have something else...in mind?? Only watch?? (and enjoy?) ]
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Even with Inigo's eyes on him, never straying away. Tidus looks at him back, taking in the expression he wears, the look of want painted into his face. He wonders how he looks himself, but doesn't care, either; the slight shyness of the kind of guy he actually is hushed by the much larger side of him - the one who wants to be looked at, to be soaked in, wanted. So what if he's like this? Needy, longing; wanting to be sought, especially by people he likes?
But now isn't the time to consider any of that. As Inigo keeps moving, not with his hand but his body, and Tidus's heartbeat increases, giddy. He doesn't interrupt him in the process, enjoying the sensation; as Inigo comes down on him, the breath he takes in, holding onto before sharply releasing. The second after, having himself buried in him, it's after that that Tidus reaches out to put his hands on Inigo's legs, about to mutter his name.
--until he's stopped, told to even. Tidus blinks in surprise, but he does as he's told, dropping his hands back down. ]
O-- okay.
[ Touching...bad?? Does Inigo have something else...in mind?? Only watch?? (and enjoy?) ]