[ Look at that face. It's cute- handsome in a soft way, in how Inigo's always shy, not confident. The opposite of how Inigo aimed to be here, but no one's going to complain in this room about what's going on now and how it is.

(And as long as Inigo isn't complaining about his wandering hands...!) ]

I can help, [ he promises, assures, and in that particular instance it's hard to resist - the small rock of his hips, though he can't really move well. His feet creep up the bed to let his knees bend, to give him more lower control; though he won't do that a second time without warning, his hands squeeze at Inigo's legs, wishing he could pull him in closer, but instead speaking in a hushed way just for the two of them- ]

I can take over right now. Want me to see if I can fuck you from here? You're in a really nice position like this...

[ A hand moves up and around, just managing to reach at his ass, give that a squeeze too.

Aren't plans made to be muddled some? ]