[ It's getting harder to remember he shouldn't be touching Inigo when he's leaning over him like this. Doing this-- he likes it, likes being able to watch Inigo and to have him moving on him, but it's a slower pace than what he'd be capable of too. A tease, and he wonders - hopes - that the more they do it, the better Inigo will be able to fuck him this way, bouncing off his dick like it's all for his own satisfaction, or just showing Tidus the control he has.

...for a sexy times, very far away. ]

Think that's why we do this so often. [ For now, Tidus jokes lightly, and the hands that had made their peace with resting where they were reaching up at the covered chest, feeling over the tight fabric. Wandering, with an intent to search out his nipples and play with them, but sliding down along the sides to hips moving, letting them linger.

He's not quiet, far from being discreet with the small sighs of content that leave him. And, speaking of earlier thoughts- ]

You wanna do it like this some more? Maybe we can spend all day doing this tomorrow.