An honour, huh? [ He echoes, a joke, questioning in tone, but in a fun way. Nudging Inigo with the arm he has around him, but then relaxing back his head, staring at the ceiling; letting out a sigh. ]
Honour or not, we should probably get a wash. Head to the showers - I...don't really know what happens when you finish in a guy.
[ Which isn't the only reason he wants to head for a shower, considering the mess of himself (and his spare hand, thankfully the one with his arms band around its wrist, is making that fortunate bag of cleaning wipes appear on the other side to deal with the cum on his belly...), but his mind does drift that way, along with his sheepish gaze. ]
.. yeah, I.. don't think I'm going to be able to clean that here..
[ It's admitted a little shyly, considering.. you know. Where most of the mess is for Inigo. And that's not exactly conductive to just using a cleaning wipe and being done with it. He's definitely going to have to do it in the shower, and it's going to be a pain, and embarrassing, but..
It still kind of feels worth it, even though his face is coloured fairly red at this point. ]
B-But it's going to be okay! [ He's quick to reassure the other.
Not that he knows if Tidus is even worried about it whatsoever - it just seems like Inigo wants to be ahead of the curve regardless. ] I can clean it up! And.. uh..
[ He pauses, like he's only now realising that's still a thing too. ]
My face.. as well. You might have to check out the hallway to make sure no one else is passing by.
[ Because Inigo so does not want just anyone to see the makeup. ]
[ Should either of them be shy at this point about their sexual activities (and the results of thereof)? Too bad, they are, and Tidus isn't going to tease the other guy about it when he feels as responsible. Ugh; it was way better having sex without the condom too, but the messy aftermath is... well...
He's wiped at the cum, head lifting so he can check that he's gotten most of it, disappearing the dirty wipe back into his bands to....put in a bin later. If his other arm wasn't trapped under Inigo's head, this would be where he'd sit up. Instead, he turns his body in Inigo's direction, lips rolling together, as- ]
I'll... help you out. Clean up. We can go in the shower together?
[ Is that okay? Is that not weird? A bro helping out his bro clean out his butt??? After he finished in him, okay...!
But looking at Inigo now like this does colour his face a touch, gaze shyly moving away until he stops being dumb, returns it to Inigo. ]
[ It's that shyness on the other's face that does it.
It's exactly that which threatens to kill Inigo on the spot. Nevermind the fact that they just had sex - and really hot sex too, in Inigo's mind, anyway. This is what kills him. Tidus just looking at him with that expression on his face, with a slight blush on his cheeks, struggling to even look at him.
Inigo's muscles feel way too tired for his heart to be beating this fast, dammit. ]
Okay.
[ There's no 'are you sure'. There's no need to ask that when Tidus is looking like this - especially since Inigo doesn't want the other to have to repeat himself when just saying this is already making him so shy.
Surely Tidus wouldn't offer this if he didn't want to do it. ]
I would.. um, actually.. [ 'kind of like that.'
Is that too much?
Inigo laughs, but his face looks kind of flustered too, for sure. ]
[ Either reply would have led to close to the same result: Tidus's lips pinching together, the involuntarily - and awkward - noise he makes as he leans away some; an embarrassing reaction between being unsure of how to help, and - does help mean he has to open Inigo up?!
Dweeb is a state of mind. ]
Sure! [ But nevermind that two-three second embarrassment. He raises himself proper, shifting and freeing the arm from its clutches under Inigo, and searches around for his clothes. Most of which are thankfully dumped on the floor on his side, and he grabs them, so he can start getting dressed. ]
Uhh, so you want me to go first?
[ He asks it just to talk, to feel less awkward. He finished in his best pal's butt, and now he's got to take responsibility...! ]
[ Yes, Tidus, just shove your entire fist up his butt.
Thankfully - or maybe not thankfully for Tidus, since it's not like he can read Inigo's mind - Inigo is thinking of help that's a little less intense than that, though he doesn't voice it. Honestly, just having Tidus there with him instead of having it being him awkwardly cleaning himself all alone already feels a tad better, so even that's just helping.
He shifts a little to give Tidus some space to pull his arm away, before properly sitting up. As he watches Tidus pick up clothes, he slowly pulls the tiara out of his own hair, just putting it down on the bed for now, before sitting on the side of the bed to grab the pants of his dancer outfit. ]
Um..
[ He's thinking for a moment. The way Inigo looks right now makes this whole task a lot more challenging.. He doesn't mind that his pants will get dirty when he puts them on, because he can just throw them in the washing machine, but there is the problem of anyone seeing him.. ]
I can go first, if you look to make sure there's no one out in the hallway right now.
[ And then Tidus can join him.
You know, so they're not suspiciously heading into the shower together. ]
No no, I can go first! [ Does Inigo think he doesn't want to go first? Good thing, big dumb mouth! Tidus swings a look back at Inigo, before putting on his shirt. ] It's no problem! I'll go out, then I'll go straight to the nearest shower. You don't want to get there and someone's already inside.
[ And what if someone came into the hall in those few seconds? When Inigo's make-up has smudged a little, his skin is still red.
Tidus stands, not unaware of his own flushed features, the stickiness that still clings to him all over. But he nods to Inigo all the same. ]
Just tell me when you're ready, and we'll go.
[ Like two mice scurrying to their hole, also known as the shower room. ]
They're so cool. So confident. Totally not flustered and worried to hell and back about all of this. They're just a right pair of cool dudes. ]
U-Uh, okay-- [ Inigo therefore answers in the absolute coolest way possible.
By which I mean that he's sputtering out words, his face still red as he hastily tries to pull his pants up. There's not much use in putting the belt back on when he's going to take these off again anyway in a moment, so he just holds them up himself. ]
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Honour or not, we should probably get a wash. Head to the showers - I...don't really know what happens when you finish in a guy.
[ Which isn't the only reason he wants to head for a shower, considering the mess of himself (and his spare hand, thankfully the one with his arms band around its wrist, is making that fortunate bag of cleaning wipes appear on the other side to deal with the cum on his belly...), but his mind does drift that way, along with his sheepish gaze. ]
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[ It's admitted a little shyly, considering.. you know. Where most of the mess is for Inigo. And that's not exactly conductive to just using a cleaning wipe and being done with it. He's definitely going to have to do it in the shower, and it's going to be a pain, and embarrassing, but..
It still kind of feels worth it, even though his face is coloured fairly red at this point. ]
B-But it's going to be okay! [ He's quick to reassure the other.
Not that he knows if Tidus is even worried about it whatsoever - it just seems like Inigo wants to be ahead of the curve regardless. ] I can clean it up! And.. uh..
[ He pauses, like he's only now realising that's still a thing too. ]
My face.. as well. You might have to check out the hallway to make sure no one else is passing by.
[ Because Inigo so does not want just anyone to see the makeup. ]
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He's wiped at the cum, head lifting so he can check that he's gotten most of it, disappearing the dirty wipe back into his bands to....put in a bin later. If his other arm wasn't trapped under Inigo's head, this would be where he'd sit up. Instead, he turns his body in Inigo's direction, lips rolling together, as- ]
I'll... help you out. Clean up. We can go in the shower together?
[ Is that okay? Is that not weird? A bro helping out his bro clean out his butt??? After he finished in him, okay...!
But looking at Inigo now like this does colour his face a touch, gaze shyly moving away until he stops being dumb, returns it to Inigo. ]
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It's exactly that which threatens to kill Inigo on the spot. Nevermind the fact that they just had sex - and really hot sex too, in Inigo's mind, anyway. This is what kills him. Tidus just looking at him with that expression on his face, with a slight blush on his cheeks, struggling to even look at him.
Inigo's muscles feel way too tired for his heart to be beating this fast, dammit. ]
Okay.
[ There's no 'are you sure'. There's no need to ask that when Tidus is looking like this - especially since Inigo doesn't want the other to have to repeat himself when just saying this is already making him so shy.
Surely Tidus wouldn't offer this if he didn't want to do it. ]
I would.. um, actually.. [ 'kind of like that.'
Is that too much?
Inigo laughs, but his face looks kind of flustered too, for sure. ]
I would appreciate the help..
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Dweeb is a state of mind. ]
Sure! [ But nevermind that two-three second embarrassment. He raises himself proper, shifting and freeing the arm from its clutches under Inigo, and searches around for his clothes. Most of which are thankfully dumped on the floor on his side, and he grabs them, so he can start getting dressed. ]
Uhh, so you want me to go first?
[ He asks it just to talk, to feel less awkward. He finished in his best pal's butt, and now he's got to take responsibility...! ]
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Thankfully - or maybe not thankfully for Tidus, since it's not like he can read Inigo's mind - Inigo is thinking of help that's a little less intense than that, though he doesn't voice it. Honestly, just having Tidus there with him instead of having it being him awkwardly cleaning himself all alone already feels a tad better, so even that's just helping.
He shifts a little to give Tidus some space to pull his arm away, before properly sitting up. As he watches Tidus pick up clothes, he slowly pulls the tiara out of his own hair, just putting it down on the bed for now, before sitting on the side of the bed to grab the pants of his dancer outfit. ]
Um..
[ He's thinking for a moment. The way Inigo looks right now makes this whole task a lot more challenging.. He doesn't mind that his pants will get dirty when he puts them on, because he can just throw them in the washing machine, but there is the problem of anyone seeing him.. ]
I can go first, if you look to make sure there's no one out in the hallway right now.
[ And then Tidus can join him.
You know, so they're not suspiciously heading into the shower together. ]
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[ And what if someone came into the hall in those few seconds? When Inigo's make-up has smudged a little, his skin is still red.
Tidus stands, not unaware of his own flushed features, the stickiness that still clings to him all over. But he nods to Inigo all the same. ]
Just tell me when you're ready, and we'll go.
[ Like two mice scurrying to their hole, also known as the shower room. ]
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They're so cool. So confident. Totally not flustered and worried to hell and back about all of this. They're just a right pair of cool dudes. ]
U-Uh, okay-- [ Inigo therefore answers in the absolute coolest way possible.
By which I mean that he's sputtering out words, his face still red as he hastily tries to pull his pants up. There's not much use in putting the belt back on when he's going to take these off again anyway in a moment, so he just holds them up himself. ]
I'm ready.
[ L-Let's go, bro! They can do this..! ]