Even with the hands on his, Tidus doesn't expect the touch of lips on his. Yet, it doesn't surprise him either; it just is, a force that drags him in, clinging on, seeking refuge in this exchange that Tidus tries to at least match with the hand that wraps around the back of Inigo's head to keep him close.

It's Erda all over again, but he's not the one who needs a lifeline to grasp onto. But maybe it's the reason he knows how to answer it, to give Inigo what he needs than to pull away; because they've been here plenty of times before, with Tidus licking and tugging at Inigo's lips, opening his mouth a little wider to let out his own tongue, ready to meet Inigo's sliding against his own.

More than tears leave his face damp, the saliva from their mouths, but Tidus doesn't care or concern himself with it. Going in for one last and lingering press of their lips like an ending piece, though even as he pulls away, he continues to leave tiny small kisses just to further cement it. A comfort, one last certainty, all to be sure - that Inigo's had his fill, that he's gotten what he's wanted.

Slowly, Tidus strokes the back of Inigo's head with a thumb.