[ 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. ]
[ He can sense the near-frenzy when Inigo builds, when he's searching for that release, an effort made by Tidus to keep his hand where it needs to be for Inigo to rock into. But it's not his fucking of Tidus's hand that has it moving, as Tidus joins back in to help push Inigo to that edge.
A hot stickiness hits his belly, and Tidus only slows once Inigo does, a few last - and slow - tugs to make sure he's empty, to help him in case his hips feel weak. Then Tidus lets go, feeling something wet on the back of his knuckles that ignores as he lays his hand to rest on the side of Inigo's naked thigh. Still wound up himself, but watching Inigo, letting him take this moment to get back his breath.
It's a surreal moment to be in, but a touch of reality too. The mess of his egging on, the pair of them together like this; the look on Inigo's face now, flushed and spent. He massages his hand into that section of leg his hand has fallen upon - a small motion of comfort, but probably more to do with a desire still in himself for touch, for passion, for more.
But he's being patient. Plenty patient, at least. ]
[ Tidus may be patient, but Inigo hasn't forgotten. Maybe in the moment of release he has, where he can only see white, feeling completely overwhelmed and then incredibly exhausted all at once - but the moment he starts coming down from it, he instantly remembers.
He's not the only one in this situation. And there's no way he can just leave Tidus high and dry after how much the other has helped him here. So even though Inigo still looks a little out of it, half-dazed after climaxing, he starts to move a little. One hand remaining on Tidus's abs - sticky in a way he doesn't want to think about too hard in the middle of all of this -, but the other one moving down, grabbing a hold of Tidus once more, starting to touch him again - at an instantly higher pace than before, perhaps because Inigo has no idea how long he can keep this up while he's already feeling so spent.
But he'll keep it up as long as necessary. ]
You too, Tidus..
[ He leans in, kissing Tidus as he pumps the other. His lips linger near Tidus's even after the brief kiss, close enough to whisper: ] I want to see you cum too.
[ Inigo says he wants to see him, but Tidus isn't planning to let his eyes be anywhere but close to his. Wrapping both of his arms around Inigo's form when he leans over him, one at his back and the other at his head, making the whispered desire barely be spoken with the hunger than Tidus seeks from his mouth.
It's inconsiderate maybe, for the way Inigo has himself balancing on Tidus's torso, but he can surely fix that as Tidus tips his chin up to move his lips as close to the other guy's. He has no shame for letting it be opened wider, to just have his tongue flicking out for Inigo's; his legs coming to tangle around Inigo's as if to have more ways to cling on. Arousal rising in him once more, though it never really left, and Tidus whispers Inigo's name, desperate small kisses planted to whatever space of skin he can leave them on, wanting to lose himself in this shameless act.
His hips want to buck again, he wants to be fucking Inigo to this finish, and it's those thoughts that he finally finishes to, gasping against Inigo's mouth before his head comes to bury close to his, spurts of hot cum making a trail close to where Inigo's is still smeared. A mess that Tidus doesn't think about, can't, waiting as the climax rolls over him until his limbs finally begin to relax. ]
[ It's hard to complain about the fact he won't be able to see much of Tidus reaching his climax when this is what Inigo is instead getting from the other. The feverish kisses, the sheer hunger Tidus seems to approach it all with. It gets rid of Inigo's fatigue for a moment, just enough to be filled up with the sheer desire of wanting to make sure Tidus will be able to ride the same high Inigo has.
So he just keeps pumping Tidus, all the way until the other finishes, and even then he keeps on moving for a few moments more. Just enough to make sure that Tidus is also well and truly spent.
And that's when Inigo collapses, all energy leaving him at once.
He just slumps over on top of Tidus. It makes the stickiness between the two of them all the more apparent, but that's a problem for the Inigo who lives in about ten minutes or so from now. At the very least.
The current Inigo feels boneless enough to not really want to move, his nose against Tidus's collarbone, his forehead against the top of the other's shoulder.
It takes a good minute or so before he's able to speak. ]
.. Did it feel good..? [ It still sounds a little out of breath, but more than anything else, it sounds a tad shy. Is it normal to ask that after doing something like this? But he just wants to make sure that it felt just as good for Tidus as it did for him, especially with how rapidly all of this escalated. ]
[ Oh geez, this is what everyone asks after sex in the movies, isn't it?! It's a real thing? Did Inigo see it in a movie? Thoughts that smash and jumble together as Tidus struggles to find a smarter answer than the one has already in his throat, but- ]
Uh. Y-yeah? [ Y-yeah? Is that a good answer? Granted, Tidus is only now becoming more aware of their states: Inigo mostly sprawled on top of him, the...mess..., his clothing both pulled up under his chin and hanging around his legs. He's never felt like more of a slob than in this moment, but - he's got to tell himself that's for the Tidus of five minutes to worry about.
Or ten? Maybe ten. ]
You liked it too, right? I mean...it was different. From someone else doing it. [ Jerking me off-- But all his natural inhibitions have returned, shame a sensible(?) friend returned. Gaze up on the ceiling, no clue where else to put it. ] But I liked it...? It was a good different!
[ That 'y-yeah' is an answer just slightly too unsure. Just slightly unsure enough for Inigo's thoughts being ready to run with it, carrying it off to the constantly churning worry factory in his head, all the way until Tidus seems to go out of his way to clarify that it was a good kind of different.
Maybe he knows the way Inigo's head works just a little bit too well at this point. ]
It was different. [ Inigo quietly agrees, feeling his cheeks heat up as he's laying there. ] But I.. um, I really liked it too.. It felt really nice.
[ Different than what he imagined this would be like, and yet in some ways entirely the same - to a point he still can't believe Tidus said some things to him that Inigo would usually only imagine the other saying. ]
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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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A hot stickiness hits his belly, and Tidus only slows once Inigo does, a few last - and slow - tugs to make sure he's empty, to help him in case his hips feel weak. Then Tidus lets go, feeling something wet on the back of his knuckles that ignores as he lays his hand to rest on the side of Inigo's naked thigh. Still wound up himself, but watching Inigo, letting him take this moment to get back his breath.
It's a surreal moment to be in, but a touch of reality too. The mess of his egging on, the pair of them together like this; the look on Inigo's face now, flushed and spent. He massages his hand into that section of leg his hand has fallen upon - a small motion of comfort, but probably more to do with a desire still in himself for touch, for passion, for more.
But he's being patient. Plenty patient, at least. ]
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He's not the only one in this situation. And there's no way he can just leave Tidus high and dry after how much the other has helped him here. So even though Inigo still looks a little out of it, half-dazed after climaxing, he starts to move a little. One hand remaining on Tidus's abs - sticky in a way he doesn't want to think about too hard in the middle of all of this -, but the other one moving down, grabbing a hold of Tidus once more, starting to touch him again - at an instantly higher pace than before, perhaps because Inigo has no idea how long he can keep this up while he's already feeling so spent.
But he'll keep it up as long as necessary. ]
You too, Tidus..
[ He leans in, kissing Tidus as he pumps the other. His lips linger near Tidus's even after the brief kiss, close enough to whisper: ] I want to see you cum too.
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It's inconsiderate maybe, for the way Inigo has himself balancing on Tidus's torso, but he can surely fix that as Tidus tips his chin up to move his lips as close to the other guy's. He has no shame for letting it be opened wider, to just have his tongue flicking out for Inigo's; his legs coming to tangle around Inigo's as if to have more ways to cling on. Arousal rising in him once more, though it never really left, and Tidus whispers Inigo's name, desperate small kisses planted to whatever space of skin he can leave them on, wanting to lose himself in this shameless act.
His hips want to buck again, he wants to be fucking Inigo to this finish, and it's those thoughts that he finally finishes to, gasping against Inigo's mouth before his head comes to bury close to his, spurts of hot cum making a trail close to where Inigo's is still smeared. A mess that Tidus doesn't think about, can't, waiting as the climax rolls over him until his limbs finally begin to relax. ]
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So he just keeps pumping Tidus, all the way until the other finishes, and even then he keeps on moving for a few moments more. Just enough to make sure that Tidus is also well and truly spent.
And that's when Inigo collapses, all energy leaving him at once.
He just slumps over on top of Tidus. It makes the stickiness between the two of them all the more apparent, but that's a problem for the Inigo who lives in about ten minutes or so from now. At the very least.
The current Inigo feels boneless enough to not really want to move, his nose against Tidus's collarbone, his forehead against the top of the other's shoulder.
It takes a good minute or so before he's able to speak. ]
.. Did it feel good..? [ It still sounds a little out of breath, but more than anything else, it sounds a tad shy. Is it normal to ask that after doing something like this? But he just wants to make sure that it felt just as good for Tidus as it did for him, especially with how rapidly all of this escalated. ]
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Uh. Y-yeah? [ Y-yeah? Is that a good answer? Granted, Tidus is only now becoming more aware of their states: Inigo mostly sprawled on top of him, the...mess..., his clothing both pulled up under his chin and hanging around his legs. He's never felt like more of a slob than in this moment, but - he's got to tell himself that's for the Tidus of five minutes to worry about.
Or ten? Maybe ten. ]
You liked it too, right? I mean...it was different. From someone else doing it. [ Jerking me off-- But all his natural inhibitions have returned, shame a sensible(?) friend returned. Gaze up on the ceiling, no clue where else to put it. ] But I liked it...? It was a good different!
[ So don't get the wrong idea!! ]
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Maybe he knows the way Inigo's head works just a little bit too well at this point. ]
It was different. [ Inigo quietly agrees, feeling his cheeks heat up as he's laying there. ] But I.. um, I really liked it too.. It felt really nice.
[ Different than what he imagined this would be like, and yet in some ways entirely the same - to a point he still can't believe Tidus said some things to him that Inigo would usually only imagine the other saying. ]
.. thanks.
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