Especially since he - very innocently - over here has no idea about the potential kick plan that's being hatched in Tidus's mind, even if it is discarded fairly soon after. So he steps over to the bed, sitting down on the edge and even politely kicking off his boots before moving to fully lay down on there next to Tidus.
.. it's a lot more space than he's gotten used to during all these months, especially with someone right next to him. Their shoulders aren't even touching (though there's not that much distance, to be fair), while they wouldn't even have been able to lay on their backs next to each other on a bunk in the first place.
After considering it for a moment Inigo turns onto his side, looking in Tidus's direction. ]
[ Inigo's gaze settles on him, and Tidus hums, first sounding like a simple agreement that then drags out into uncertainty, uncertainty into playfulness. He looks back up at the ceiling, feeling the smile on his mouth turn silly. He could answer honestly, he could joke, but he can't decide between the two, becoming this goofy mess beside Inigo instead. ]
I guess it's okay. [ He kicks his feet up, shoes still on his feet, just to bend his knees. His answer even playfully simple, just for fun. A light chuckle escaping his throat. ] No more climbing out of bed. Or hiding snacks in your bed.
[ He turns his head, smile showing teeth in what's near to a grin. ] You're gonna try searching for the ladder first morning.
Except Tidus is totally right. Inigo is going to try to climb down out of sheer habit after getting up in the morning, and since there's no actual ladder here, probably misstep and end up on the floor first thing.
And Tidus will have all right to laugh.
But right now Inigo seems very convinced that he won't. Not even in an angry protesting sort of way - because he's smiling too as he says it, perhaps just at the very sight of that goofy grin. ]
[ Please, Tidus so wants to nag that Inigo will, fuelled by the way that Inigo protests it, that he knows it (likely) won't seriously upset the guy. But then he's talking about locked doors, and a puzzled layer comes over his expression. ]
No? [ Why would Inigo be talking about tha...oh. ] Please don't tell me you wanna take a nap. You love napping way too much.
[ Sometimes Inigo swears his best friend has rocks in his head rather than an actual brain. Like right now. Yes, Inigo loves cuddling, but why would that require a locked door, huh? He wasn't afraid of Rose spotting him cuddling with his bro, that sounds more like a you problem, dude!
But he quickly shoves down the 'really??' exasperated reaction in favour of something a little more productive.
Something that makes him roll over and push himself up at the same time, so he's hovering over Tidus, both of his hands pushing down on the bed right above Tidus's shoulders. ]
No, I mean.. no one can come in.
[ He's trying so hard to sound more sultry this time as he's saying it.
But there's a blush on his cheeks betraying him. ]
[ Inigo's shadow casts down over him, not hiding the expression on his face; puzzlement not having time to exist beyond the first few seconds before Inigo speaks, and everything about the innocence in all of this being extinguished like a flame, heart pausing in his chest.
There may be nerves on Inigo's end, an awkwardness, a note not delivered as he tries, but it sinks into Tidus with a sharp blade, the implications and positioning working to make his mind go places, his heart to find its beat again, and even lower than that--
Is that what Inigo means? --he shouldn't be thinking with his dick right now, should he? Why is he even thinking with his dick in the first place...!? ]
Oh. [ Oh. It's about as best as Tidus can manage to get out, his gaze keeping on Inigo, his hands coming to rest on the forearms by his head, none of him knowing what to do, what to say.
Except, in his own awkward state, stilted- ] No. They can't.
[ (He just means kissing, he reminds himself. It's just kissing.
But maybe there's a tiny voice in him that wants him not to.) ]
[ It's not hard to see that Tidus is starting to look awkward. And Inigo can't be sure if it's a similar awkwardness as the one that sits within him at the thought of all of this, or if it's awkward because Inigo is going into a direction Tidus doesn't want to go.
But.. then again, last time Tidus really did seem in the end like he was all for it, before Inigo made it awkward for really dumb reasons.
He has to trust himself here. And Tidus. One of them has to be the non-awkward one here, and while that role usually falls on his friend's shoulders, Inigo feels like he should be picking up that mantle right now.
So he breathes in, trying to steel himself, and then moves one of his hands. His finger lands on Tidus's lips before slowly moving down, trailing across his jaw, then over his shirt, still moving down.
(Inigo's heart is beating so loudly that Inigo can hear it in his ears.) ]
Then.. you know what we could do, right?
[ That manages to sound a bit less awkward though, thankfully. Those years of acting like he was okay whenever he wasn't back home did at least somewhat pay off.
Maybe he can even manage to actually sound a bit confident about this. ]
[ He's at a loss, a shock that he doesn't know what to do with, along with everything else. The feathering touch that trails from his lips, touching skin and jaw; it doesn't have to be firm for Tidus to be aware of it, the glance he takes away from Inigo's eyes, searching for a hand that he doesn't give himself time to find and see when he looks back to Inigo's face.
Tidus doesn't even dare to swallow. Caught so off-guard, not expecting any of this despite the discussions they've had. But Inigo is so different -- was he thinking about this all day? Has he been thinking about this for a while now? While it's always felt like his idea, his suggestion, his task to ease them into this, to not be the one holding the reins for once makes it hard for Tidus's brain to know what he should be doing, what.
Ah- maybe speaking, for one. Answering Inigo, the warmth of his cheeks - in his entire being - perhaps evident with that shy look worn. ]
I-- ...it's...okay. [ All this is sure putting him in his place; the place he always is, really, despite where he has to fit himself to be the confident one, the one of them that's sure about everything they do. Plenty he could be doing in response with his hands or his body, but what does Tidus know what to be, how to act? But he does reach out with a hand, slipping it in the space to rest on Inigo's side, close to his thigh; some reciprocation of touch for touch, as chaste in comparison it might be. ]
Have you been thinking about it? [ He asks lowly, maybe a touch flirtatious - maybe more so hopeful, searching. That this has been something Inigo's wanted for himself, than just the other guy going along with his ideas as he always does.
Have you been having thoughts about this? Fantasies? ]
[ Even moreso than the hand landing nearly on his thigh, it's the gaze that's looking back at him that's getting to Inigo more than anything here. It's not like he has never seen Tidus shy before, but it's a rarity. Tidus is usually so confident, charging right ahead - and Inigo likes that about the other, admires it so much, but it still feels special to see him instead like this.
Especially when Inigo realises that it's because of what he's doing. That he's the one getting Tidus to look like this in the first place.
His stomach goes wild with butterflies - and a little beyond that.
Enough so that he's entirely honest in his answer. ]
Yeah.
[ His hand stills on its journey downward, resting near where Tidus's belly button ought to be. ]
So often. Already a long time before we spoke of it. [ Even Inigo himself isn't sure when it first began. Back when he saw Tidus in the hot springs? Back on the market in Irivar?
It must have been somewhere around the time of those two moments - but regardless, that's a pretty long time ago by now. And long, long before the end of the previous mission. ]
I thought.. [ Inigo's voice lingers for a moment. It's harder to act confident the more he speaks, but he's trying. He's just telling the truth here, he tells himself. A truth Tidus wants to hear too, even though Inigo kept it to himself for so long because he feared the other wouldn't want to hear even one word of it. ] I thought of what you'd feel like. What you'd look like.
[ There's a twitch through him, anticipation and apprehension that makes his stomach sink away from Inigo's touch, to settle back into it. Anticipation, apprehension - two ingredients for a cocktail that's already making Tidus dizzier and dizzier, as if he needs more help to lose him as to how they got here. Was this Inigo's plan from the moment that he brought up about the double room? All that time, believing their minds on were entirely different things; and it's not like Inigo didn't mention it subtly, and it's not like it's anything deceitful.
But it's as if they're on two entirely different planes, with just how together Inigo is above him, the words that he's saying. Truths he's about to take to mean just wanting sex, but Inigo doesn't allow him to take it in that angle as he goes on.
I thought of what you'd feel like. What you'd look like.
A noise escapes his throat, a strangled shudder, embarrassed, and more so once it's out. His legs have lowered those bent knees already with the hand getting so close, so close, and Tidus can't keep his eyes on Inigo's so easily. The hand still resting on his thigh, and does he know what to do with this information? Does he know what he would do if that hand of Inigo's was to go lower, touch him, just like he wants it to? Anticipation, apprehension-- ]
...You know we can't go all the way, right? [ He's staring holes into the wall, a new found friend already in this new room of theirs; his fingers with Inigo reaching up and gripping onto his shirt. ] Like, there's stuff, and...
[ and... And he doesn't very well like to be staring at that wall after all when Inigo is right there, like it's fine just to ignore him that way. Turning his eyes back onto him, feeling so completely out of his depth. ] I think there's--stuff you have to do.
[ There's a question in the way he ends, an uncertainty, as if Inigo might know. The guy here who was actually going to get married to another man, and so - it's likely, right?
The guy whose thoughts have gone even further than his, with acts that Tidus can only assume on his mind. ]
[ That'd be right up there at the top of the list with dumb ideas. Not that Inigo doesn't want it. He really does, but.. doing that right away, and so sudden, just when they got their room together.. He can only imagine how wildly desperate it might make him seem, even if all the logistics for it were in place.
So he just decides to say 'I know', hoping it sounds more confident than he's feeling right now. ]
But we don't have to go that far. [ 'Not today', he almost adds, but.. see the note above about seeming too wildly desperate. Would it be too much for Tidus to put it that way? Maybe he should play it safe?
For a guy who's coming across as pretty seductive right now, Inigo's own head is just as much of a mess with the constant thoughts of what he should do, or what he shouldn't do, trying to keep a delicate balance here.
His hand glides just a touch lower. But not there, not yet-- ]
I can just.. make you feel good. [ It's ironic, because in every single fantasy Inigo has had, it wasn't like this. It was Tidus doing everything to him.
And yet he doesn't find himself minding this idea as much. Not with Tidus looking like this, his cheeks pink, something about him looking shy. And not with how Inigo does want to show his appreciation to Tidus for going along with the idea of the room, with.. well, all of this in the first place.
(Fellas, is it gay to want to jack off your bro in appreciation?) ]
[ Inigo is doing well for a guy feigning confidence, Tidus never feeling so reliant on the other guy as he does in this moment. Glad in a way that isn't quite relief that Inigo isn't expecting to go that far today, when he hasn't quite thought about doing that much himself. But they have different expectations, different desires, and while he's not against the idea of being with a guy, knowing that and actually exploring it - it's never gone as far as anything he's done and talked about with Inigo.
And now, he's never felt so taunted without it seeming deliberate. That touch so close, as if testing him, making his uncertainties turn firmly into want than the swinging pendulum it's been acting as. Tidus struggles not to squirm his hips to make a point, but does he have to do that, with the offer that Inigo is spilling to him above, the question of if he wants it off his tongue-
It doesn't make it any easier to his stomach fluttering, the breath he has to take. But- ]
...if you don't, things are gonna get really awkward.
[ There's the ghost of a laugh that's meant to be there, a joke wrapped around the truth of what this is already doing to him, even if he isn't exactly raring to go below. But jokes are an anchor for him, or at least some semblance of security he can hold onto, try and find something called confidence. A gaze that continues to make him feel weak to meet Inigo's, but he does, the hand gripping onto his shirt raising up, going to the back of his neck, wrapping around there and nudging him down.
Tidus raising his own chin, licking his lips. Tempting him into a kiss while his heart plays on a drum that has his chest breathing already heavier, the other hand by his side reaching over for the one by his crotch,
and gliding over it, guiding it down, as if Inigo needs any persuasion, any guidance at all.
(But hopefully before then, he'll be hidden inside an open mouthed kiss, his tongue pressed against Inigo's.) ]
[ Tidus becoming more active in this is something Inigo doesn't mind at all. It drives the point home that it's not just Inigo who wants this - that Tidus is just as needy for it in this moment, even with the way they are both awkwardly fumbling around with it in their own way.
But he doesn't resist in the slightest when he's being nudged down. Instead he moves right along with the gesture, leaning closer until he can kiss Tidus, meeting his already parted lips, tongues immediately coming out to play.
It almost feels like he's due to faint with how hard his heart has been racing all this time, but Inigo tries to at least keep some composure in the middle of all of this.
Enough to shift, removing the hand that was holding him up over Tidus, and instead dropping his knees to the bed to keep him rooted, one on each side of Tidus's legs. Inigo doesn't stop kissing Tidus, but his one hand already being guided downward is now joined by his newly freed hand, both starting to work on pulling down Tidus's pants.
It's not an easy process to do without looking, but he can take a moment, as long as he's occupying Tidus with that kiss, right? Eventually he works it out, anyway, and a moment later his thumbs are already hooking into the waistband of Tidus's underwear to pull that downwards as well. ]
[ He can't believe they're doing this. He can't believe they're doing this. He should be allowing Inigo the chance to look, to know how his hands are navigating below, knuckles touching bare skin and every shift to his clothing not going unnoticed, but instead Tidus pulls Inigo's mouth in closer to his. Seeking, yearning, searching for some mean of ignoring what's happening below while he also aids in it, lifting his ass so that his trousers and underwear don't get caught as they're pulled down. His arms are close to wrapped fully around Inigo's head and neck, his tongue brushing hot and thick inside his mouth, the roof of it, against lips.
And Inigo's hands are down there. Inigo's hands are undressing him. Why does he feel this way? When he didn't, he's sure, feel it when he nearly went this way with Inigo before, twice. Vulnerable, shy in a ridiculous manner, knowing he can't take this back even if they were to stop right now. This level of intimacy somehow not exposed to him when he isn't the one on the other side, where Inigo is, and it makes him fearful in a sense he can't shake off.
But he doesn't want to be useless, be unappreciative, though it would be easy to hide in the kisses he gives. Hands gliding down a chest covered by fabric, one going as far to find its rim; pulling it up by the back of his hand, while his other travels around Inigo's side, guided the way to the small of his back. Lips taking Inigo's between his, every part of him searching for some kind of distraction for where Inigo's hands are going, where he both wants them, but can't help that apprehension ringing ever louder in his ears. A buzzing, a white noise.
Still--he doesn't want to go back. He doesn't want to stop this, to not be touched. ]
[ Inigo groans slightly into Tidus's mouth when the other's hands start wandering like that. It's partially instinctive, but at the same time also partially appreciative - just something he likes, having Tidus's hands on his. It brings a lot of distraction too, somewhere between those touches and Tidus's mouth being so busy right now, leaving very little opportunity for Inigo's mind to wander off into insecurities about whether or not he can do this right.
For once, he just doesn't care, doesn't think about it. He doesn't worry, he just goes for it.
Even if it does take another moment of clumsily searching once he's fully freed Tidus, his pants most likely hanging somewhere around his knees now, thankfully somehow managing to not knock his hand directly against his dick too hard. (Thanks, Naga, for blessing him today.)
Instead he manages to find the base, wrapping one of his hands around it, and slowly starting to stroke the shaft - without pulling away from the kiss, considering how tightly Tidus has him pulled into it. ]
[ Tidus won't force their kisses. At least - with his hands now wandering Inigo's body, there's no pressing their mouths together, and even as Inigo takes a hold of him, the slow stroking that starts, his end of keeping it up is halted, the shaky breath that he takes in, how all of his body reacts to that sensitive touch. His eyes closed for the longest time, but there's a moment there where they flicker opening, not knowing - if he wants to know if Inigo's eyes are on him, or if he wants to see his face, the expression he's making. A look he might be able to get away with and not be caught, but he slides a hand up to cup a cheek, his thumb caressing the side of Inigo's mouth.
His legs shift, parting, just some, as if relaxing to with the attention, while his heart is anything but. It's nothing like how he thought they would do this, but thoughts are things far from his mind now; taking softer kisses again, as if just playing with Inigo's lips more than anything. Not wanting to distract him, his hand, this intimacy growing between them, while his own hand wanders still that expanse of skin on Inigo's back, skin that he usually shies away from showing.
Maybe he's being a bit selfish right now, enjoying this, not doing more, but he wants to sink into it, relish it all the same. ]
[ When Tidus opens his eyes, he will find that Inigo is actually looking down at his face. He doesn't say a word - perhaps since saying anything would feel like it'd ruin this moment, especially when half of the things that come out of their mouth are always just incredibly dumb - but Inigo doesn't look away. Even now he has the opportunity to actually look at what he's doing, he just keeps staring at Tidus's face instead, like he wants to burn every single expression the other makes into his eyes.
He doesn't really need to look down there, anyway. Now he's actually gotten a hold of Tidus, it's not that hard to just keep stroking him. Starting off slow, but then slowly growing a bit faster, trying to find the most sensitive areas and paying some special attention to them.
He's smiling though. Between the kisses, and between the staring down at Tidus.. there's a smile on Inigo's face, as if he's enjoying himself here too, despite not being the one on the receiving end of it. It just feels nice to be able to do this with Tidus at all - a possibility he could only imagine for months and months, even if it wasn't quite like this - and.. just..
.. Tidus seems to be feeling good. Just that is enough to make him glad.
As he starts stroking a little faster, it's this time Inigo who leans in first, but not to kiss Tidus's lips. Instead he plants a kiss on his jawline, and then another one on his neck. It's tempting to suck just a little, but Inigo thankfully manages to hold himself back, maybe actually realising how dumb of an argument or discussion would end up happening if he gave Tidus a hickey, even just accidentally. ]
[ There's a sharp pain in his ribcage when he sees Inigo's eyes on him; a pain, but from a mix of excitement and embarrassment. The latter more than the former, and his already warm cheeks only grow more the warmer, remembering - no, brain, you're not supposed to be working - what was said before. About thinking about them like this, what it would be like.
What he would look like.
It's nice though, to be given a distraction. For a face too close to keep him thinking about that gaze that translates further as arousal. The kisses on his skin, going down, and the room of his neck that he gives to Inigo, inviting him. Not thinking about hickeys, but he is thinking about something else. Something less selfish, with his palms travelling every curve and spread of skin it can reach. He wants more - wants to give more, wants to offer more. The hand by Inigo's face at first lifting fingers to tangle in his hair, to stroke through his scalp; but it can't really do that with his head lowering, and so it lingers for a time on his side, until - his hands wander down not his own body but Inigo's. ]
Inigo, [ he says quietly, uncertain, stopping by his waist, but one hand dipping close to the line of his trousers. There's a belt in the way, but it doesn't stop him from slipping in fingers some, as if to make his intentions any more clear. ]
Don't move too back- [ Because he's guiding his other hand to meet the other, to work blindly at the buckle, to get it undone. To find the button and zipper but it's a bit awkward, a hand coming back onto Inigo's waist, nudging him. ] Lean lower?
[ His hips, or- his words are awkward, sound stupid, but he hopes that can be understood what he wants: to get his hands inside Inigo's pants without having his arm stretch out to get in there. ]
[ There's already a response just to his name being said - maybe since he's paying so much attention to Tidus in this moment that not even the smallest thing is passing by Inigo. Like the sound of his own name suddenly breaking the silence. ]
Hm? [ Is the only answer though, rather than any actual words. It's just a hum, and even then, his face is still lingering so close to Tidus's neck that it's practically hummed against the other's skin there.
But he waits, listens, seeing where Tidus wants to go with it. Though it becomes very readily apparent when he feels those hands on his pants, on his belt.
It's not exactly what he expected. But that doesn't mean that Inigo doesn't want it. He would have been content just doing this for Tidus, but.. there's no denying that the thought of Tidus's hands on him is very nice. Exciting. He doesn't want to fully stop his own hands, but he does slow the pace for a moment, figuring that it'll only get harder for Tidus to try and figure out the whole pants situation with just his hands when he's only starting to get more and more worked up.
So he just obediently lowers himself when he's asked to, his cheeks a bit red. ]
.. Like this?
[ Is it enough, he means? Can Tidus work it out like this? ]
[ Navigating around limbs, how very sexy. There's something about it - not immediately, but there from the start, a tickle in the back of his throat - that just seems funny between their lowered voices and having to semi-interrupt a perfectly fine jerk off, just so Tidus can get his hand into his best friend's pants. ]
Y-yeah. [ It's why there's some mirth when he replies, the hint of a chuckle on his tongue; the reason for how goofy his expression on his face becomes, eyes not really sure to settle on Inigo, but that might be because - despite how simple he finds it initially, pushing back layers and taking a hold of Inigo by his shaft - how watching Inigo in those first few moments as he begins to stroke him seems far too...intimate. Too personal, even when everything is already personal.
He lifts his chin to take his chance to steal a kiss to the side of Inigo's chin, the place where his lips manage to catch. ]
[ Maybe it's for the better if Tidus doesn't directly watch Inigo. Because as with everything in life, Inigo is sensitive - already letting out a soft 'nnn' sound the moment Tidus starts stroking him, something the other can pick up on even though he's busy kissing his face rather than watching said face. Like the very act of Tidus putting his hands on him like that is already enough to get him worked up a bit.
It distracts him too, momentarily, especially when he can feel his heart starting to race even more. It feels weird to have dreamed about a moment for so long, only to then suddenly be living in that very moment. Both of them in their own room, hands on each other, just trying to make each other feel good.
Maybe he'll wake up soon, and it'll have turned out to all have been a dream. He wouldn't be surprised.
Once he gets used to the initial feeling of Tidus's fingers around his shaft though, he starts upping the pace of his own hand once more too. ]
[ Tidus doesn't believe this to be a dream. It might be the most them situation, to do it like this. He wouldn't say he had any particular romantic ideas about how they'd get here - because that misses the point of why they agreed to this in the first place, with the lack of romance in their lives - but it might be even more simple, more ordinary than Tidus had painted it. Welcoming themselves to a new room and bed by jerking each other off on it, no more than their pants pulled halfway down, the both of them shy and awkward.
But Tidus might be feeling his own awkwardness not hold onto him so tightly. Or, is it his shyness? When between their kisses, he becomes distracted by his curiosity, his age old friend; where Inigo might not want to look, but Tidus, feeling Inigo in his hand, getting an idea of the length of him - ideas aren't enough, when he knows he can just take his gaze lower and see his hand, see Inigo, see even himself; and it's not the most sexiest of sights, but it's reality. It's them. It's what it is.
And he knows Inigo is hurrying more, and Tidus can't help (is it natural? or just because they're guys, and everything feels a bit like a competition) but to want to make sure when he and Inigo come is too different a time, though Inigo has a head start on getting him going. Tidus keeps his strokes as long tugs, mind thinking again, that deadly thing. He's seen porn, but what has Inigo seen? What does he know? When he said he never got with Yuki... can he seduce Inigo himself? With the way that Inigo was sounding kinda.. well... not that bad earlier himself.
Thoughts, trapped between the few kisses as the both of them seem to become more keen on jerking each other off. But Tidus speaks up, voice still low, bringing his gaze back onto Inigo, head tilted slightly, lids lowered. ]
[ Any and all credit Inigo might have built up at - half-accidentally - being sexy or suave a few moments ago is surely lost in this moment. Because he's so caught up in the action, in the feeling Tidus's movements are inspiring in him, that Inigo didn't see that question coming in the slightest. (Pun unintended.)
His eyes widen a little because of it, the red on his cheeks from arousal spreading. It's not even the way Tidus is asking it, it's just that Inigo hadn't thought this far ahead. He knew he wanted to do this with Tidus, but.. details? Of course he didn't think about those at all.
Inigo hadn't considered for a moment how this would end. And that makes this question extremely dangerous, because his brain most definitely is not in any position to think very clearly right now, as worked up as he's starting to become because of Tidus's ministrations. ]
I.. uh.. [ HE WAS PLANNING NOTHING. BUT HE CAN'T SAY THAT. ] Would you.. want me to..?
[ Would Tidus even be okay with that?! Would it be too weird for him?! Inigo is starting to realise he's kind of into the idea, but what if that's too gay for Tidus?! ]
At least, that's the way Tidus reads the fumbling of a response that Inigo gives him, that cool half-look and slight upcurve of his mouth being ruined by the pinch to his lips, rolling them, embarrassment already lurking close to his skin. ]
I mean-- I didn't know if you'd be into that...? [ People are into facials--! But also, Tidus absolutely doesn't want a facial, and he bites his bottom lip again, once, his stroking of Inigo's cock slowing.
He asks after a pause: ] Do you know what you're into?
[ Like, not judging here bro...!! Just wanna know, bro to bro! ]
[ By Naga, does Inigo ever not have an idea of what he's into, other than what his brain decides is really hot or not at any given moment.
But admitting to that in the middle of stroking Tidus seems like an awful idea, and Inigo's mouth opens and closes a few times without being able to say anything just yet. (His hand, on the other hand, is still very much moving.) ]
I-- [ What else can he say here?! ]
I.. kind of like the thought of it.. [ He can admit to that, right? That isn't too weird, is it? Nothing wrong with thinking it's hot to cum on your bro, r-right? It feels like he's navigating a minefield, with every word being a potential bomb that could blow up and make Tidus think he's so weird. ] You'd.. look hot. Like that. I think.
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Especially since he - very innocently - over here has no idea about the potential kick plan that's being hatched in Tidus's mind, even if it is discarded fairly soon after. So he steps over to the bed, sitting down on the edge and even politely kicking off his boots before moving to fully lay down on there next to Tidus.
.. it's a lot more space than he's gotten used to during all these months, especially with someone right next to him. Their shoulders aren't even touching (though there's not that much distance, to be fair), while they wouldn't even have been able to lay on their backs next to each other on a bunk in the first place.
After considering it for a moment Inigo turns onto his side, looking in Tidus's direction. ]
See? This isn't so bad, is it?
[ On the bed next to him like this? ]
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I guess it's okay. [ He kicks his feet up, shoes still on his feet, just to bend his knees. His answer even playfully simple, just for fun. A light chuckle escaping his throat. ] No more climbing out of bed. Or hiding snacks in your bed.
[ He turns his head, smile showing teeth in what's near to a grin. ] You're gonna try searching for the ladder first morning.
[ Heehhh. ]
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Except Tidus is totally right. Inigo is going to try to climb down out of sheer habit after getting up in the morning, and since there's no actual ladder here, probably misstep and end up on the floor first thing.
And Tidus will have all right to laugh.
But right now Inigo seems very convinced that he won't. Not even in an angry protesting sort of way - because he's smiling too as he says it, perhaps just at the very sight of that goofy grin. ]
.. you know. No one can come in now.
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No? [ Why would Inigo be talking about tha...oh. ] Please don't tell me you wanna take a nap. You love napping way too much.
[ Naps! All excuses for cuddling with this guy! ]
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But he quickly shoves down the 'really??' exasperated reaction in favour of something a little more productive.
Something that makes him roll over and push himself up at the same time, so he's hovering over Tidus, both of his hands pushing down on the bed right above Tidus's shoulders. ]
No, I mean.. no one can come in.
[ He's trying so hard to sound more sultry this time as he's saying it.
But there's a blush on his cheeks betraying him. ]
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There may be nerves on Inigo's end, an awkwardness, a note not delivered as he tries, but it sinks into Tidus with a sharp blade, the implications and positioning working to make his mind go places, his heart to find its beat again, and even lower than that--
Is that what Inigo means? --he shouldn't be thinking with his dick right now, should he? Why is he even thinking with his dick in the first place...!? ]
Oh. [ Oh. It's about as best as Tidus can manage to get out, his gaze keeping on Inigo, his hands coming to rest on the forearms by his head, none of him knowing what to do, what to say.
Except, in his own awkward state, stilted- ] No. They can't.
[ (He just means kissing, he reminds himself. It's just kissing.
But maybe there's a tiny voice in him that wants him not to.) ]
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But.. then again, last time Tidus really did seem in the end like he was all for it, before Inigo made it awkward for really dumb reasons.
He has to trust himself here. And Tidus. One of them has to be the non-awkward one here, and while that role usually falls on his friend's shoulders, Inigo feels like he should be picking up that mantle right now.
So he breathes in, trying to steel himself, and then moves one of his hands. His finger lands on Tidus's lips before slowly moving down, trailing across his jaw, then over his shirt, still moving down.
(Inigo's heart is beating so loudly that Inigo can hear it in his ears.) ]
Then.. you know what we could do, right?
[ That manages to sound a bit less awkward though, thankfully. Those years of acting like he was okay whenever he wasn't back home did at least somewhat pay off.
Maybe he can even manage to actually sound a bit confident about this. ]
.. if you don't want to, you have to tell me.
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Tidus doesn't even dare to swallow. Caught so off-guard, not expecting any of this despite the discussions they've had. But Inigo is so different -- was he thinking about this all day? Has he been thinking about this for a while now? While it's always felt like his idea, his suggestion, his task to ease them into this, to not be the one holding the reins for once makes it hard for Tidus's brain to know what he should be doing, what.
Ah- maybe speaking, for one. Answering Inigo, the warmth of his cheeks - in his entire being - perhaps evident with that shy look worn. ]
I-- ...it's...okay. [ All this is sure putting him in his place; the place he always is, really, despite where he has to fit himself to be the confident one, the one of them that's sure about everything they do. Plenty he could be doing in response with his hands or his body, but what does Tidus know what to be, how to act? But he does reach out with a hand, slipping it in the space to rest on Inigo's side, close to his thigh; some reciprocation of touch for touch, as chaste in comparison it might be. ]
Have you been thinking about it? [ He asks lowly, maybe a touch flirtatious - maybe more so hopeful, searching. That this has been something Inigo's wanted for himself, than just the other guy going along with his ideas as he always does.
Have you been having thoughts about this? Fantasies? ]
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Especially when Inigo realises that it's because of what he's doing. That he's the one getting Tidus to look like this in the first place.
His stomach goes wild with butterflies - and a little beyond that.
Enough so that he's entirely honest in his answer. ]
Yeah.
[ His hand stills on its journey downward, resting near where Tidus's belly button ought to be. ]
So often. Already a long time before we spoke of it. [ Even Inigo himself isn't sure when it first began. Back when he saw Tidus in the hot springs? Back on the market in Irivar?
It must have been somewhere around the time of those two moments - but regardless, that's a pretty long time ago by now. And long, long before the end of the previous mission. ]
I thought.. [ Inigo's voice lingers for a moment. It's harder to act confident the more he speaks, but he's trying. He's just telling the truth here, he tells himself. A truth Tidus wants to hear too, even though Inigo kept it to himself for so long because he feared the other wouldn't want to hear even one word of it. ] I thought of what you'd feel like. What you'd look like.
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But it's as if they're on two entirely different planes, with just how together Inigo is above him, the words that he's saying. Truths he's about to take to mean just wanting sex, but Inigo doesn't allow him to take it in that angle as he goes on.
I thought of what you'd feel like. What you'd look like.
A noise escapes his throat, a strangled shudder, embarrassed, and more so once it's out. His legs have lowered those bent knees already with the hand getting so close, so close, and Tidus can't keep his eyes on Inigo's so easily. The hand still resting on his thigh, and does he know what to do with this information? Does he know what he would do if that hand of Inigo's was to go lower, touch him, just like he wants it to? Anticipation, apprehension-- ]
...You know we can't go all the way, right? [ He's staring holes into the wall, a new found friend already in this new room of theirs; his fingers with Inigo reaching up and gripping onto his shirt. ] Like, there's stuff, and...
[ and... And he doesn't very well like to be staring at that wall after all when Inigo is right there, like it's fine just to ignore him that way. Turning his eyes back onto him, feeling so completely out of his depth. ] I think there's--stuff you have to do.
[ There's a question in the way he ends, an uncertainty, as if Inigo might know. The guy here who was actually going to get married to another man, and so - it's likely, right?
The guy whose thoughts have gone even further than his, with acts that Tidus can only assume on his mind. ]
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[ That'd be right up there at the top of the list with dumb ideas. Not that Inigo doesn't want it. He really does, but.. doing that right away, and so sudden, just when they got their room together.. He can only imagine how wildly desperate it might make him seem, even if all the logistics for it were in place.
So he just decides to say 'I know', hoping it sounds more confident than he's feeling right now. ]
But we don't have to go that far. [ 'Not today', he almost adds, but.. see the note above about seeming too wildly desperate. Would it be too much for Tidus to put it that way? Maybe he should play it safe?
For a guy who's coming across as pretty seductive right now, Inigo's own head is just as much of a mess with the constant thoughts of what he should do, or what he shouldn't do, trying to keep a delicate balance here.
His hand glides just a touch lower. But not there, not yet-- ]
I can just.. make you feel good. [ It's ironic, because in every single fantasy Inigo has had, it wasn't like this. It was Tidus doing everything to him.
And yet he doesn't find himself minding this idea as much. Not with Tidus looking like this, his cheeks pink, something about him looking shy. And not with how Inigo does want to show his appreciation to Tidus for going along with the idea of the room, with.. well, all of this in the first place.
(Fellas, is it gay to want to jack off your bro in appreciation?) ]
Do you want me to?
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And now, he's never felt so taunted without it seeming deliberate. That touch so close, as if testing him, making his uncertainties turn firmly into want than the swinging pendulum it's been acting as. Tidus struggles not to squirm his hips to make a point, but does he have to do that, with the offer that Inigo is spilling to him above, the question of if he wants it off his tongue-
It doesn't make it any easier to his stomach fluttering, the breath he has to take. But- ]
...if you don't, things are gonna get really awkward.
[ There's the ghost of a laugh that's meant to be there, a joke wrapped around the truth of what this is already doing to him, even if he isn't exactly raring to go below. But jokes are an anchor for him, or at least some semblance of security he can hold onto, try and find something called confidence. A gaze that continues to make him feel weak to meet Inigo's, but he does, the hand gripping onto his shirt raising up, going to the back of his neck, wrapping around there and nudging him down.
Tidus raising his own chin, licking his lips. Tempting him into a kiss while his heart plays on a drum that has his chest breathing already heavier, the other hand by his side reaching over for the one by his crotch,
and gliding over it, guiding it down, as if Inigo needs any persuasion, any guidance at all.
(But hopefully before then, he'll be hidden inside an open mouthed kiss, his tongue pressed against Inigo's.) ]
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But he doesn't resist in the slightest when he's being nudged down. Instead he moves right along with the gesture, leaning closer until he can kiss Tidus, meeting his already parted lips, tongues immediately coming out to play.
It almost feels like he's due to faint with how hard his heart has been racing all this time, but Inigo tries to at least keep some composure in the middle of all of this.
Enough to shift, removing the hand that was holding him up over Tidus, and instead dropping his knees to the bed to keep him rooted, one on each side of Tidus's legs. Inigo doesn't stop kissing Tidus, but his one hand already being guided downward is now joined by his newly freed hand, both starting to work on pulling down Tidus's pants.
It's not an easy process to do without looking, but he can take a moment, as long as he's occupying Tidus with that kiss, right? Eventually he works it out, anyway, and a moment later his thumbs are already hooking into the waistband of Tidus's underwear to pull that downwards as well. ]
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And Inigo's hands are down there. Inigo's hands are undressing him. Why does he feel this way? When he didn't, he's sure, feel it when he nearly went this way with Inigo before, twice. Vulnerable, shy in a ridiculous manner, knowing he can't take this back even if they were to stop right now. This level of intimacy somehow not exposed to him when he isn't the one on the other side, where Inigo is, and it makes him fearful in a sense he can't shake off.
But he doesn't want to be useless, be unappreciative, though it would be easy to hide in the kisses he gives. Hands gliding down a chest covered by fabric, one going as far to find its rim; pulling it up by the back of his hand, while his other travels around Inigo's side, guided the way to the small of his back. Lips taking Inigo's between his, every part of him searching for some kind of distraction for where Inigo's hands are going, where he both wants them, but can't help that apprehension ringing ever louder in his ears. A buzzing, a white noise.
Still--he doesn't want to go back. He doesn't want to stop this, to not be touched. ]
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For once, he just doesn't care, doesn't think about it. He doesn't worry, he just goes for it.
Even if it does take another moment of clumsily searching once he's fully freed Tidus, his pants most likely hanging somewhere around his knees now, thankfully somehow managing to not knock his hand directly against his dick too hard. (Thanks, Naga, for blessing him today.)
Instead he manages to find the base, wrapping one of his hands around it, and slowly starting to stroke the shaft - without pulling away from the kiss, considering how tightly Tidus has him pulled into it. ]
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His legs shift, parting, just some, as if relaxing to with the attention, while his heart is anything but. It's nothing like how he thought they would do this, but thoughts are things far from his mind now; taking softer kisses again, as if just playing with Inigo's lips more than anything. Not wanting to distract him, his hand, this intimacy growing between them, while his own hand wanders still that expanse of skin on Inigo's back, skin that he usually shies away from showing.
Maybe he's being a bit selfish right now, enjoying this, not doing more, but he wants to sink into it, relish it all the same. ]
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He doesn't really need to look down there, anyway. Now he's actually gotten a hold of Tidus, it's not that hard to just keep stroking him. Starting off slow, but then slowly growing a bit faster, trying to find the most sensitive areas and paying some special attention to them.
He's smiling though. Between the kisses, and between the staring down at Tidus.. there's a smile on Inigo's face, as if he's enjoying himself here too, despite not being the one on the receiving end of it. It just feels nice to be able to do this with Tidus at all - a possibility he could only imagine for months and months, even if it wasn't quite like this - and.. just..
.. Tidus seems to be feeling good. Just that is enough to make him glad.
As he starts stroking a little faster, it's this time Inigo who leans in first, but not to kiss Tidus's lips. Instead he plants a kiss on his jawline, and then another one on his neck. It's tempting to suck just a little, but Inigo thankfully manages to hold himself back, maybe actually realising how dumb of an argument or discussion would end up happening if he gave Tidus a hickey, even just accidentally. ]
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What he would look like.
It's nice though, to be given a distraction. For a face too close to keep him thinking about that gaze that translates further as arousal. The kisses on his skin, going down, and the room of his neck that he gives to Inigo, inviting him. Not thinking about hickeys, but he is thinking about something else. Something less selfish, with his palms travelling every curve and spread of skin it can reach. He wants more - wants to give more, wants to offer more. The hand by Inigo's face at first lifting fingers to tangle in his hair, to stroke through his scalp; but it can't really do that with his head lowering, and so it lingers for a time on his side, until - his hands wander down not his own body but Inigo's. ]
Inigo, [ he says quietly, uncertain, stopping by his waist, but one hand dipping close to the line of his trousers. There's a belt in the way, but it doesn't stop him from slipping in fingers some, as if to make his intentions any more clear. ]
Don't move too back- [ Because he's guiding his other hand to meet the other, to work blindly at the buckle, to get it undone. To find the button and zipper but it's a bit awkward, a hand coming back onto Inigo's waist, nudging him. ] Lean lower?
[ His hips, or- his words are awkward, sound stupid, but he hopes that can be understood what he wants: to get his hands inside Inigo's pants without having his arm stretch out to get in there. ]
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Hm? [ Is the only answer though, rather than any actual words. It's just a hum, and even then, his face is still lingering so close to Tidus's neck that it's practically hummed against the other's skin there.
But he waits, listens, seeing where Tidus wants to go with it. Though it becomes very readily apparent when he feels those hands on his pants, on his belt.
It's not exactly what he expected. But that doesn't mean that Inigo doesn't want it. He would have been content just doing this for Tidus, but.. there's no denying that the thought of Tidus's hands on him is very nice. Exciting. He doesn't want to fully stop his own hands, but he does slow the pace for a moment, figuring that it'll only get harder for Tidus to try and figure out the whole pants situation with just his hands when he's only starting to get more and more worked up.
So he just obediently lowers himself when he's asked to, his cheeks a bit red. ]
.. Like this?
[ Is it enough, he means? Can Tidus work it out like this? ]
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Y-yeah. [ It's why there's some mirth when he replies, the hint of a chuckle on his tongue; the reason for how goofy his expression on his face becomes, eyes not really sure to settle on Inigo, but that might be because - despite how simple he finds it initially, pushing back layers and taking a hold of Inigo by his shaft - how watching Inigo in those first few moments as he begins to stroke him seems far too...intimate. Too personal, even when everything is already personal.
He lifts his chin to take his chance to steal a kiss to the side of Inigo's chin, the place where his lips manage to catch. ]
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It distracts him too, momentarily, especially when he can feel his heart starting to race even more. It feels weird to have dreamed about a moment for so long, only to then suddenly be living in that very moment. Both of them in their own room, hands on each other, just trying to make each other feel good.
Maybe he'll wake up soon, and it'll have turned out to all have been a dream. He wouldn't be surprised.
Once he gets used to the initial feeling of Tidus's fingers around his shaft though, he starts upping the pace of his own hand once more too. ]
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But Tidus might be feeling his own awkwardness not hold onto him so tightly. Or, is it his shyness? When between their kisses, he becomes distracted by his curiosity, his age old friend; where Inigo might not want to look, but Tidus, feeling Inigo in his hand, getting an idea of the length of him - ideas aren't enough, when he knows he can just take his gaze lower and see his hand, see Inigo, see even himself; and it's not the most sexiest of sights, but it's reality. It's them. It's what it is.
And he knows Inigo is hurrying more, and Tidus can't help (is it natural? or just because they're guys, and everything feels a bit like a competition) but to want to make sure when he and Inigo come is too different a time, though Inigo has a head start on getting him going. Tidus keeps his strokes as long tugs, mind thinking again, that deadly thing. He's seen porn, but what has Inigo seen? What does he know? When he said he never got with Yuki... can he seduce Inigo himself? With the way that Inigo was sounding kinda.. well... not that bad earlier himself.
Thoughts, trapped between the few kisses as the both of them seem to become more keen on jerking each other off. But Tidus speaks up, voice still low, bringing his gaze back onto Inigo, head tilted slightly, lids lowered. ]
Hey... are you planning to cum on me?
[ (Did gay guys find that sexy?) ]
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[ Any and all credit Inigo might have built up at - half-accidentally - being sexy or suave a few moments ago is surely lost in this moment. Because he's so caught up in the action, in the feeling Tidus's movements are inspiring in him, that Inigo didn't see that question coming in the slightest. (Pun unintended.)
His eyes widen a little because of it, the red on his cheeks from arousal spreading. It's not even the way Tidus is asking it, it's just that Inigo hadn't thought this far ahead. He knew he wanted to do this with Tidus, but.. details? Of course he didn't think about those at all.
Inigo hadn't considered for a moment how this would end. And that makes this question extremely dangerous, because his brain most definitely is not in any position to think very clearly right now, as worked up as he's starting to become because of Tidus's ministrations. ]
I.. uh.. [ HE WAS PLANNING NOTHING. BUT HE CAN'T SAY THAT. ] Would you.. want me to..?
[ Would Tidus even be okay with that?! Would it be too weird for him?! Inigo is starting to realise he's kind of into the idea, but what if that's too gay for Tidus?! ]
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At least, that's the way Tidus reads the fumbling of a response that Inigo gives him, that cool half-look and slight upcurve of his mouth being ruined by the pinch to his lips, rolling them, embarrassment already lurking close to his skin. ]
I mean-- I didn't know if you'd be into that...? [ People are into facials--! But also, Tidus absolutely doesn't want a facial, and he bites his bottom lip again, once, his stroking of Inigo's cock slowing.
He asks after a pause: ] Do you know what you're into?
[ Like, not judging here bro...!! Just wanna know, bro to bro! ]
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But admitting to that in the middle of stroking Tidus seems like an awful idea, and Inigo's mouth opens and closes a few times without being able to say anything just yet. (His hand, on the other hand, is still very much moving.) ]
I-- [ What else can he say here?! ]
I.. kind of like the thought of it.. [ He can admit to that, right? That isn't too weird, is it? Nothing wrong with thinking it's hot to cum on your bro, r-right? It feels like he's navigating a minefield, with every word being a potential bomb that could blow up and make Tidus think he's so weird. ] You'd.. look hot. Like that. I think.
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