[ Inigo does his best to move closer, the kiss naturally deepening as Inigo chases nothing but the arousal he's feeling right now. He even lingers in it until he feels absolutely unable to do so anymore - due to everything building up more and more, and then feeling Tidus release right inside of him.
And even though it doesn't last longer than a few moments, it feels like an eternity, the feeling of Tidus still rocking right inside of him to finish up his climax - and it all feels like too much, from where it's been building up since earlier, when Inigo was fingering himself, and now Tidus up his ass--
Inigo hasn't touched his own dick this entire time, but he feels himself climaxing as well, tears in his eyes from how overwhelming it all feels. He reaches down with one hand to milk himself dry, even as he can feel Tidus already moving out of him. The lack of pressure feeling like a relief, but at the same time making it all the more obvious just how much fluid Tidus released in there, and he feels..
.. tired, mostly. His muscles ache from the positions he's wrangled himself into for all of this. Once Inigo is sure he's well and truly done as well, not even able to think about the patterns of cum he's left all over Tidus's torso, he just lets himself drop.
It's like his muscles are unable to keep him up anymore, and he flops - first right onto Tidus, but then quickly rolling off him until he can feel his back finally hit the matress.
They don't speak, instead just the sound of them catching their breath filling the room. Inigo realises his chest feels weirdly sticky, and it's then that he realises he's still wearing his top.
He breathes out, slowly. ]
Did you.. [ ... it's mostly a pause to breathe, but perhaps a tad of hesitation too. ] Did you like it..?
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And even though it doesn't last longer than a few moments, it feels like an eternity, the feeling of Tidus still rocking right inside of him to finish up his climax - and it all feels like too much, from where it's been building up since earlier, when Inigo was fingering himself, and now Tidus up his ass--
Inigo hasn't touched his own dick this entire time, but he feels himself climaxing as well, tears in his eyes from how overwhelming it all feels. He reaches down with one hand to milk himself dry, even as he can feel Tidus already moving out of him. The lack of pressure feeling like a relief, but at the same time making it all the more obvious just how much fluid Tidus released in there, and he feels..
.. tired, mostly. His muscles ache from the positions he's wrangled himself into for all of this. Once Inigo is sure he's well and truly done as well, not even able to think about the patterns of cum he's left all over Tidus's torso, he just lets himself drop.
It's like his muscles are unable to keep him up anymore, and he flops - first right onto Tidus, but then quickly rolling off him until he can feel his back finally hit the matress.
They don't speak, instead just the sound of them catching their breath filling the room. Inigo realises his chest feels weirdly sticky, and it's then that he realises he's still wearing his top.
He breathes out, slowly. ]
Did you.. [ ... it's mostly a pause to breathe, but perhaps a tad of hesitation too. ] Did you like it..?