[ 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. ]
[ His skin is starting to cool off some, and though it takes a bit of work to pop his arm out from where his elbow's been trapped, he does decide to do it, and then to let it flop to rest on whatever part of Inigo it lands on - somewhere around his midsection, Tidus thinks. Letting his bodies and emotions rest, though Inigo is doing well at keeping his skin feeling pink.
Especially at that last spoken thanks. Tidus squirms, struggling under the embarrassment of it. How can he just...! ]
You don't need to thank me. [ Please!! Please, he's too weak for this...! ] I didn't do all the work.
[ Considering he got Inigo to start...and now there's that mess on him too that he said Inigo could do.
--No, thoughts, stop wandering! ]
Um, but - I'm cool doing it more sometime...if you are?
[ ... ]
But maybe we should be prepared to clean up after.
That was about the clean up. [ Before Tidus thinks Inigo doesn't want to do this again. It's more just that cleaning up the sticky mess afterwards isn't exactly the most fun part of all of this, and even less so when they went into this unprepared this time.
He remains there for a moment more, kind of enjoying the feeling of Tidus's arm on top of him, but then he wriggles himself free to roll over, so he's laying on his back next to Tidus instead. ]
But.. yeah. I'd like to do that again too.
[ Especially if Tidus is cool with it. Cool with it. With doing this with him. He would have called himself crazy if he went back in time and told it to himself from two months ago or so. ]
... I mean, it is a perk of our new room here. [ Even if the first thing they did in it is this, of all things. ]
[ Sometimes, weirdly, you're not prepared to mutually jerk off with your bro. But Tidus doesn't need a clarification to know what Inigo meant, taking his arm back once Inigo moves away, and missing the body heat that leaves with him. He shifts his legs, then figures it won't be too bad if he pulls his underwear back up, right??
Yeah, that's an easier job. And most of the mess is on his stomach (that he invited--ugh, don't @ him about any of this right now).
This place does make it easier for Tidus to glance and see Inigo better without him directly under his chin. Which he does by the end there, humming, looking away in a deliberate manner as he asks suspiciously: ]
[ Look. Inigo sees that joke, and before his insecurity can take it and run with it, he's quickly batting it back to Tidus. Ball's in your court, dude. Are you happy with the room now you have found its secret benefits, bro?
Though he's feeling stickier by the moment, realising he should really clean himself off, but.. gosh, do they even have towels here yet? Does Tidus have some shoved into his hellhole of an arms band? Would it be weird to ask?
.. guess Inigo is just going to keep laying here. Don't mind their sticky messes, clearly. He doesn't even want to pull up his pants yet because he's worried about them getting dirty with the mess too! ]
Hhhrrmm - I'm feeling like a slab of meat for you to sink your teeth into every second!
[ Did you really want to give back a ball like that, bro? With no fight? When Tidus's shame doesn't feel the need to be as present, and those ten minutes are up? Tidus is getting feisty, which means the jokes are becoming more and more, and man, he's a mess! And Inigo is doing nothing about it!
Which, speaking of: ] Don't you have a cloth you can get wet in the bathroom so we can wash off? I'm starting to feel grossss.
[ Inigo makes an indignant sound, before repeating-- ]
'Don't you have'..
[ What's with this sudden attitude he's getting! Why is Tidus getting so feisty, huh, while both of them are still on the bed covered in gross stickiness?! Dude!
And the bad thing, as always, is that the feistier Tidus gets, the more Inigo gets exactly the same way. ]
What, you want my shirt or something?! [ This is so unhelpful.
You're the one getting like anything! [ no, you! The highest level of maturities being displayed here, which considering that Inigo throws the cloth at Tidus's face--
There are no innocents here. Only gremlins. ]
So sorry that I'm a mess, [ Tidus grumbles out as he doesn't throw the cloth but uses it to wipe down his belly. ughhhhhh. ] Wonder why.
[ This is bait, Inigo. You can leave it well alone, or take it.
What does he even do when that bait is dangled right in his face. And it's so tempting to rub it into Tidus's face, but then again, Inigo also would like to not totally ruin his chances of something like this happening again.
So he's trying real hard to reel himself in as he gets a second washcloth out of his band to start cleaning himself up enough to actually be able to pull his underwear and pants back up as well. ]
You told me it was okay..
[ This is no rubbing it in, at least.
No, it's just poutiness. Because Tidus said it was okay!! T-Then you can't complain about it now, bro!! No takesies backsies! ]
[ Wow, bro that's far too close to talking about how they just jerked each other off? Which doesn't diminish Tidus's own poutiness here, but maybe he isn't as feisty about it, as: ]
You can still be okay helping us clean up... [ B-baka. But if Inigo's moving away fom him, then Tidus will slip up into a sitting position, watch better what he does as he clears up the residue of semen. Folding the cloth up (not a clean fold) and about to offer it to Inigo, but he's got one himself, so Tidus will just work at his trousers. ]
I'll see if medbay has any wet wipes. We can take some for - other times. You don't wanna use them on your dick though. They're just good for cleaning up.
[ Usually. But Tidus figures Inigo wouldn't know what they are, won't think about them until Tidus can get any. He sooo doesn't want to waste points on wet wipes, though.... ]
[ .. Inigo kind of wants to know now what the problem would be with using them for his dick, but something tells me the answer is probably going to be really embarrassing. Or it'll be embarrassing that he asked in the first place.
He's already had to go through having to adjust to the modern world, and now he suddenly has to adjust to the modern sex world too. By Naga. ]
Is there.. [ He starts, but then frowns, looking more ashamed by the moment. ] Is there anything else I should get? I mean, I have no idea how.. um. You know. What people from other places.. use..
[ This is the least offensive - towards himself, anyway - way to phrase this question, and he still feels dumb, and stupid, and ashamed, all at once. ]
[ Please Inigo he doesn't know? Or maybe he does just by chance, but at the same time... ]
I think guys use lube...? And protection. [ You know. Protection. It only heats his cheeks because Tidus knows why he's asking, pulling up his legs to cross under him, examining the spot of skin where the cum had been and wiping it again to see if there's anything more he can clear up. ]
But I don't know about any...you know. If there's more you have to do? Um, I dunno if you've heard anything.
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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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Especially at that last spoken thanks. Tidus squirms, struggling under the embarrassment of it. How can he just...! ]
You don't need to thank me. [ Please!! Please, he's too weak for this...! ] I didn't do all the work.
[ Considering he got Inigo to start...and now there's that mess on him too that he said Inigo could do.
--No, thoughts, stop wandering! ]
Um, but - I'm cool doing it more sometime...if you are?
[ ... ]
But maybe we should be prepared to clean up after.
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A second later, it's followed up by: ]
That was about the clean up. [ Before Tidus thinks Inigo doesn't want to do this again. It's more just that cleaning up the sticky mess afterwards isn't exactly the most fun part of all of this, and even less so when they went into this unprepared this time.
He remains there for a moment more, kind of enjoying the feeling of Tidus's arm on top of him, but then he wriggles himself free to roll over, so he's laying on his back next to Tidus instead. ]
But.. yeah. I'd like to do that again too.
[ Especially if Tidus is cool with it. Cool with it. With doing this with him. He would have called himself crazy if he went back in time and told it to himself from two months ago or so. ]
... I mean, it is a perk of our new room here. [ Even if the first thing they did in it is this, of all things. ]
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Yeah, that's an easier job. And most of the mess is on his stomach (that he invited--ugh, don't @ him about any of this right now).
This place does make it easier for Tidus to glance and see Inigo better without him directly under his chin. Which he does by the end there, humming, looking away in a deliberate manner as he asks suspiciously: ]
...is that why you really wanted the room?
[ He's onto you, bro.
(it's a joke) ]
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[ Look. Inigo sees that joke, and before his insecurity can take it and run with it, he's quickly batting it back to Tidus. Ball's in your court, dude. Are you happy with the room now you have found its secret benefits, bro?
Though he's feeling stickier by the moment, realising he should really clean himself off, but.. gosh, do they even have towels here yet? Does Tidus have some shoved into his hellhole of an arms band? Would it be weird to ask?
.. guess Inigo is just going to keep laying here. Don't mind their sticky messes, clearly. He doesn't even want to pull up his pants yet because he's worried about them getting dirty with the mess too! ]
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[ Did you really want to give back a ball like that, bro? With no fight? When Tidus's shame doesn't feel the need to be as present, and those ten minutes are up? Tidus is getting feisty, which means the jokes are becoming more and more, and man, he's a mess! And Inigo is doing nothing about it!
Which, speaking of: ] Don't you have a cloth you can get wet in the bathroom so we can wash off? I'm starting to feel grossss.
[ The sexy pillowtalk has commenced. ]
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'Don't you have'..
[ What's with this sudden attitude he's getting! Why is Tidus getting so feisty, huh, while both of them are still on the bed covered in gross stickiness?! Dude!
And the bad thing, as always, is that the feistier Tidus gets, the more Inigo gets exactly the same way. ]
What, you want my shirt or something?! [ This is so unhelpful.
But it's what happens when the boys get feisty. ]
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Don't act like you don't have one, the train gives everyone one! Get it out of your arms band, help us clean up!
[ BECAUSE THERE'S A REASON HE CAN'T VOLUNTEER.
DOES HE NEED TO SAY IT.
HE WILL!! ]
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[ Only these two would go through all of this, only to somehow end up bickering while still half covered in grossness.
But despite Inigo's huffy answer, there is a washcloth coming from his band--
Though he is absolutely making sure that when he 'hands' it to Tidus, the cloth is just slapping the other in the face. ]
Here, geez..!
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There are no innocents here. Only gremlins. ]
So sorry that I'm a mess, [ Tidus grumbles out as he doesn't throw the cloth but uses it to wipe down his belly. ughhhhhh. ] Wonder why.
[ This is bait, Inigo. You can leave it well alone, or take it.
how mature are you ]
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What does he even do when that bait is dangled right in his face. And it's so tempting to rub it into Tidus's face, but then again, Inigo also would like to not totally ruin his chances of something like this happening again.
So he's trying real hard to reel himself in as he gets a second washcloth out of his band to start cleaning himself up enough to actually be able to pull his underwear and pants back up as well. ]
You told me it was okay..
[ This is no rubbing it in, at least.
No, it's just poutiness. Because Tidus said it was okay!! T-Then you can't complain about it now, bro!! No takesies backsies! ]
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You can still be okay helping us clean up... [ B-baka. But if Inigo's moving away fom him, then Tidus will slip up into a sitting position, watch better what he does as he clears up the residue of semen. Folding the cloth up (not a clean fold) and about to offer it to Inigo, but he's got one himself, so Tidus will just work at his trousers. ]
I'll see if medbay has any wet wipes. We can take some for - other times. You don't wanna use them on your dick though. They're just good for cleaning up.
[ Usually. But Tidus figures Inigo wouldn't know what they are, won't think about them until Tidus can get any. He sooo doesn't want to waste points on wet wipes, though.... ]
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He's already had to go through having to adjust to the modern world, and now he suddenly has to adjust to the modern sex world too. By Naga. ]
Is there.. [ He starts, but then frowns, looking more ashamed by the moment. ] Is there anything else I should get? I mean, I have no idea how.. um. You know. What people from other places.. use..
[ This is the least offensive - towards himself, anyway - way to phrase this question, and he still feels dumb, and stupid, and ashamed, all at once. ]
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[ Please Inigo he doesn't know? Or maybe he does just by chance, but at the same time... ]
I think guys use lube...? And protection. [ You know. Protection. It only heats his cheeks because Tidus knows why he's asking, pulling up his legs to cross under him, examining the spot of skin where the cum had been and wiping it again to see if there's anything more he can clear up. ]
But I don't know about any...you know. If there's more you have to do? Um, I dunno if you've heard anything.
[ In medieval land. Or somewhere? ]
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