[ 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.
[ Ugh. He shouldn't complain about being jerked off right now, but it sure isn't making any of this easier to think about, to sort out his thoughts. One second trying to figure if he likes the idea of being made a mess on, and the next, arousal hitting him in just the right way where he wants Inigo to, regardless of his own preferences. If that's what he likes, he wants Inigo to be unravelled. Anything that he likes, anything that he wants.
Tidus chews on his lip for a second, before letting go of Inigo, all so he can awkwardly - warning Inigo with a muffled "Mind" - take off his shirt, minding his elbows as he has to cross over his arms and lift them up. He just barely gets it off, still trapped behind his back and over his head, but Tidus brushes his hair through.
And in that moment, he remembers his own confidence, the parts of himself he's proud of despite earlier worries about fitness. Inigo saying he looks hot, and isn't that what he wants him to think? For others to think when they look at him, deep down. A hand reaching back down to take a hold of him again, his gaze on Inigo provocative. His chest raised, a body on full display. ]
Is this what you like? [ Quiet, always a note quiet, but there's a hope, a draw to the question, his eyes on the other. Tempting. ] Do you wanna screw me?
[ He wouldn't have asked, under normal conditions. But inhibitions are coming loose, and Tidus wants to say anything to get Inigo going, to turn him on; no matter how hard he already is in his hand, no matter what his question is, implies, asks. ]
[ There's only one thought becoming increasingly obvious to Inigo.
He's so weak.
Right here, in this moment, he is so incredibly weak. Even as Tidus releases his hold on him for a moment, Inigo keeps feeling so turned on, not even needing the hand on his dick for a moment to keep him entirely hard as he stares at the other, at the way Tidus is so very obviously putting himself on display, like he knows what he's got and isn't afraid to show it.
And why should he be? His body is exactly the way Inigo remembers it, the way he's seen it before. More tanned than his own body, the muscles all on display, everything perfectly formed. ]
Y-Yeah, I'm crazy about the way you look..
[ The words spill out without thinking. He's going too far, he's saying too much, but he's too far gone to reel himself back in. He's so turned on, and it's only made worse by the hand returning. It almost feels like he could cum right here and now.
Honestly, he has to focus to remember that right, he's in the middle of jerking Tidus off as well, but he does try to focus and keep his own hand moving too, even as he's lost in the awe of the sight of the other like this. ]
I've.. I've always thought of you screwing me, but.. I thought of touching you so many times, of feeling your body..
[ It's not as if Tidus needs constant attention to get his rocks off here. That Inigo loses concentration, that gaped mouth and the way he's barely able to get his words out; his eyes soaking him up, just as dazed as Tidus has been feeling this entire time. It's all arousing even if Inigo's hand might stop or slow, knowing that he's doing this to him. ]
You can touch me whenever you want. Touch me now. [ Even if it means his dick won't be getting as much attention, what does he care, when the rest of him will? When Inigo will keep looking that way, when Tidus could get him off from just admiring him-- ] You'd look good like this, on top of me. Watching you move on top of me?
[ Shit, he wants it; his fingers on Inigo's waist digging in, wanting to pull him there, do exactly as they're talking about. But they can't, not this time, but having Inigo riding his dick-
His hips buck, if just to add to the fantasy, this one being built between them. ]
I wanna see you riding me.
[ (Someone is really enjoying dirty talk, in this room.) ]
[ Inigo is totally speechless. It's like the Tidus of his dreams is suddenly right here, in the flesh, saying things that he never expected the actual Tidus to say, no matter how many times Inigo imagined them coming out of his mouth while taking care of himself in private. Saying Inigo would look good. Saying he wants to see Inigo riding him.
It's getting him worked up like no tomorrow, and it sure doesn't help that Inigo is also well aware that it's not something that can happen right now.
Even though the way Tidus bucks up against him is killing him, making his breath hitch, and remain uneven still after it. His face feels so insanely hot, and he uses his free hand to briefly cover up its redness, out of a sheer sense of shame over just how turned on he feels by just those simple words from Tidus. ]
I-- I could.
[ Not right now, he knows, but when they're capable of doing it, he could. He'd do it. Something about actually witnessing Tidus act like this in real time is making him feel like promising the other absolutely anything he wants. ]
I could ride you.. as much as you want. [ Slowly Inigo stops covering his face, even though he's still feeling very shy. But it's mostly since he needs that hand. He needs both hands for the moment, in fact, so he does momentary release his hold on Tidus so he can instead put both of his hands on the other guy's abs, moving along them slowly, sensually, like he's properly exploring them alongside every word. ] You're.. You're so hot, Tidus. I want to look good for you too..
[ Tidus wants to pull that shy face towards him. A part of him worried he's going too far, and he could kiss Inigo's cheeks, his lips, make it all okay again. But then there's hands running along his body appreciatively, and he doesn't want to ruin it; his chest lifting, torso too, reacting to the touch on them, a heaviness to his breathing even without the lower attention on him.
But at this point, despite where he started from wanting to indulge in being the one to be stroked off, things have changed - and he wants to continue to watch Inigo like this, have him like this. Close to overwhelmed, wanting too. ]
You can dress up in that dancer outfit, [ he suggests, voice smooth deliberately. Taking one of Inigo's hands and leading it to a pec to rub over, his other hand still pumping at his cock. ] Didn't you tell me guys do sexy dances too?
[ And then he slows that stroking hand, fingers loosening just an inch. Already onto some new idea: ]
[ It's amazing how little Tidus has to say for Inigo to actually do it. Even though there's something a little embarrassing to it, something shameful around the edges as he raises his hips a little this time, to try and angle himself just right between those fingers to be able to rub them against him just right - and then he starts to move back and forth to try and chase that friction, unable to cope with the loss of the feeling of Tidus stroking him now he's this far gone.
But maybe there's something he likes about that shameful edge - just a little bit. It's mostly in the way Tidus looks at him, a look that he wants to keep chasing after, no matter what he has to do for it.
Even if it's him trying to get himself off in Tidus's hand without the other's assistance. ]
Would you like that..? [ It's hard to determine what he means by that - the outfit, or the sexy dances, but maybe it doesn't matter. Maybe it's both, who knows.
He braces himself on Tidus's abs to steady himself while bucking his hips, hands no longer moving over them, but instead standing still, fingers digging in with a bit of pressure. ]
T-- Tell me. [ He gasps, getting himself more and more worked up with each movement. ] Please tell me what you think I'd look like like that..
[ Did he know that he'd get Inigo to do this? Everything that spills out of his mouth intoxicated by lust, and Tidus is only getting drunker as Inigo complies, moving his hips, his eyes continuing to watch him. Look at him go, look at him wanting it--there's something embarrassing in itself to feel Inigo using his hand to get himself off, but with Inigo leaning forward like that, putting everything into it-- ]
Amazing, [ Tidus says on a gasp, needing to catch his breath. His daydreams about them coming together more chaste than this in comparison, coy hands exploring skin and endless kisses between. But they've moved beyond that, Tidus led by a thirst he's never known: ] You look amazing, Inigo. You don't know how good you look-- you'd have a face just like this. I'd wanna see you cum. I wanna see you lose it.
[ It's a curse he's finding now, keeping his hand still for Inigo to fuck, when he can't be the one jerking him off, fucking him for him. Tidus resists temptation, wanting to witness Inigo get more into it, lose himself in their words and the sex; muttering instead 'come on's, 'get yourself off's. 'Make a mess all over me.'
Words Tidus never knew he'd mutter, crave to witness and be a part of. ]
[ For Inigo it's completely impossible to not let himself go when things are like this. His throat feels so dry in the face of all of this, and he licks his lips, but it doesn't make it any more bearable.
Because he can only feel his heart starting to pound even more with each movement of his hips, feeling Tidus's hand against him, with the words repeating in his ears.
Does he look amazing-- right now? In general? Either of those things is impossible to imagine, but he loves hearing it all the same, in a sort of way that makes his ears grow redder and redder as he keeps moving, chasing that high.
And it comes soon enough. Inigo can't avoid it forever, and certainly not while he's this worked up. He shuts his eyes, starting to gasp as he feels himself get closer and closer, and then there's Tidus telling him to make a mess all over him-- ]
Tidus..!
[ .. so he does, releasing himself. His breath heavy once he's done, having to come down from an incredibly high high. It takes just about everything he's got to keep holding himself up, rather than letting himself slump over right on top of Tidus's abs. ]
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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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Tidus chews on his lip for a second, before letting go of Inigo, all so he can awkwardly - warning Inigo with a muffled "Mind" - take off his shirt, minding his elbows as he has to cross over his arms and lift them up. He just barely gets it off, still trapped behind his back and over his head, but Tidus brushes his hair through.
And in that moment, he remembers his own confidence, the parts of himself he's proud of despite earlier worries about fitness. Inigo saying he looks hot, and isn't that what he wants him to think? For others to think when they look at him, deep down. A hand reaching back down to take a hold of him again, his gaze on Inigo provocative. His chest raised, a body on full display. ]
Is this what you like? [ Quiet, always a note quiet, but there's a hope, a draw to the question, his eyes on the other. Tempting. ] Do you wanna screw me?
[ He wouldn't have asked, under normal conditions. But inhibitions are coming loose, and Tidus wants to say anything to get Inigo going, to turn him on; no matter how hard he already is in his hand, no matter what his question is, implies, asks. ]
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He's so weak.
Right here, in this moment, he is so incredibly weak. Even as Tidus releases his hold on him for a moment, Inigo keeps feeling so turned on, not even needing the hand on his dick for a moment to keep him entirely hard as he stares at the other, at the way Tidus is so very obviously putting himself on display, like he knows what he's got and isn't afraid to show it.
And why should he be? His body is exactly the way Inigo remembers it, the way he's seen it before. More tanned than his own body, the muscles all on display, everything perfectly formed. ]
Y-Yeah, I'm crazy about the way you look..
[ The words spill out without thinking. He's going too far, he's saying too much, but he's too far gone to reel himself back in. He's so turned on, and it's only made worse by the hand returning. It almost feels like he could cum right here and now.
Honestly, he has to focus to remember that right, he's in the middle of jerking Tidus off as well, but he does try to focus and keep his own hand moving too, even as he's lost in the awe of the sight of the other like this. ]
I've.. I've always thought of you screwing me, but.. I thought of touching you so many times, of feeling your body..
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You can touch me whenever you want. Touch me now. [ Even if it means his dick won't be getting as much attention, what does he care, when the rest of him will? When Inigo will keep looking that way, when Tidus could get him off from just admiring him-- ] You'd look good like this, on top of me. Watching you move on top of me?
[ Shit, he wants it; his fingers on Inigo's waist digging in, wanting to pull him there, do exactly as they're talking about. But they can't, not this time, but having Inigo riding his dick-
His hips buck, if just to add to the fantasy, this one being built between them. ]
I wanna see you riding me.
[ (Someone is really enjoying dirty talk, in this room.) ]
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It's getting him worked up like no tomorrow, and it sure doesn't help that Inigo is also well aware that it's not something that can happen right now.
Even though the way Tidus bucks up against him is killing him, making his breath hitch, and remain uneven still after it. His face feels so insanely hot, and he uses his free hand to briefly cover up its redness, out of a sheer sense of shame over just how turned on he feels by just those simple words from Tidus. ]
I-- I could.
[ Not right now, he knows, but when they're capable of doing it, he could. He'd do it. Something about actually witnessing Tidus act like this in real time is making him feel like promising the other absolutely anything he wants. ]
I could ride you.. as much as you want. [ Slowly Inigo stops covering his face, even though he's still feeling very shy. But it's mostly since he needs that hand. He needs both hands for the moment, in fact, so he does momentary release his hold on Tidus so he can instead put both of his hands on the other guy's abs, moving along them slowly, sensually, like he's properly exploring them alongside every word. ] You're.. You're so hot, Tidus. I want to look good for you too..
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But at this point, despite where he started from wanting to indulge in being the one to be stroked off, things have changed - and he wants to continue to watch Inigo like this, have him like this. Close to overwhelmed, wanting too. ]
You can dress up in that dancer outfit, [ he suggests, voice smooth deliberately. Taking one of Inigo's hands and leading it to a pec to rub over, his other hand still pumping at his cock. ] Didn't you tell me guys do sexy dances too?
[ And then he slows that stroking hand, fingers loosening just an inch. Already onto some new idea: ]
Show me how you'd move.
[ Get yourself off in his hand. ]
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But maybe there's something he likes about that shameful edge - just a little bit. It's mostly in the way Tidus looks at him, a look that he wants to keep chasing after, no matter what he has to do for it.
Even if it's him trying to get himself off in Tidus's hand without the other's assistance. ]
Would you like that..? [ It's hard to determine what he means by that - the outfit, or the sexy dances, but maybe it doesn't matter. Maybe it's both, who knows.
He braces himself on Tidus's abs to steady himself while bucking his hips, hands no longer moving over them, but instead standing still, fingers digging in with a bit of pressure. ]
T-- Tell me. [ He gasps, getting himself more and more worked up with each movement. ] Please tell me what you think I'd look like like that..
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Amazing, [ Tidus says on a gasp, needing to catch his breath. His daydreams about them coming together more chaste than this in comparison, coy hands exploring skin and endless kisses between. But they've moved beyond that, Tidus led by a thirst he's never known: ] You look amazing, Inigo. You don't know how good you look-- you'd have a face just like this. I'd wanna see you cum. I wanna see you lose it.
[ It's a curse he's finding now, keeping his hand still for Inigo to fuck, when he can't be the one jerking him off, fucking him for him. Tidus resists temptation, wanting to witness Inigo get more into it, lose himself in their words and the sex; muttering instead 'come on's, 'get yourself off's. 'Make a mess all over me.'
Words Tidus never knew he'd mutter, crave to witness and be a part of. ]
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Because he can only feel his heart starting to pound even more with each movement of his hips, feeling Tidus's hand against him, with the words repeating in his ears.
Does he look amazing-- right now? In general? Either of those things is impossible to imagine, but he loves hearing it all the same, in a sort of way that makes his ears grow redder and redder as he keeps moving, chasing that high.
And it comes soon enough. Inigo can't avoid it forever, and certainly not while he's this worked up. He shuts his eyes, starting to gasp as he feels himself get closer and closer, and then there's Tidus telling him to make a mess all over him-- ]
Tidus..!
[ .. so he does, releasing himself. His breath heavy once he's done, having to come down from an incredibly high high. It takes just about everything he's got to keep holding himself up, rather than letting himself slump over right on top of Tidus's abs. ]
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