Yuna's breath caught as he touched her breasts, lightly rubbing his thumbs over the nipples. He was being so gentle. She was a bit awestruck by that. Usually Tidus was a rush of strength and cheerful energy; it was one of the things she loved, his boundless enthusiasm.
He was being enthusiastic, certainly, but still slow and careful. Contolled. It made her shiver, wondering what it would be like if--when?--he stopped being so controlled. She liked this, she liked this a lot, but she liked that idea as well.
Maybe in a bit. For now, she explored, letting her hands wander. His soccer kit was a bit sweaty, but not too bad. It must've been an easy practice. And he was clean under it, which was better. One hand slipped under the hem of his shirt, teasing the bare skin of his back.