[ 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.
[ Inigo drops the dirty cloth on the ground once he's done cleaning himself up, figuring he can just try to sneak it in with the laundry later, along with Tidus's own. No one would notice, right. He just has to be smooth about it. Stick it between some other things or something, and then stick it into the laundry machine himself. ]
Well, I mean.. I know how it works.
[ There's that, at least. Inigo does know how it's supposed to work between two guys, and it's not like he hasn't stuck fingers inside of himself before, so that's not a problem, but.. ]
But we don't have a lot of stuff back in Ylisse. Like.. protection? I have no idea what that's about. [ There's definitely a blush on his face when he admits to that, some shame, but at the same time.. it's just a fact. He can't make it any different than what it is. ] So you might have to keep out an eye for that. [ Since he wouldn't recognize it if it was dancing naked in front of him.
He pulls his shirt fully down again, smoothing it out. ]
Uh, sure. [ He could just tell him another name and say he could get it too - it's not like they're likely to get any anywhere but the train - but it's less fuss to leave it to himself.
...but he is wondering about if they should get material on what to actually do. Which- uggghhh. If this was back in Zanarkand, he could look it up from home! On the network! No problem!
Does he have to buy a book...? A how-to video!?
...he's saying NOTHING. Toss this thought outside. ] Well we can't buy anything now, so it's not worth worrying about 'til later! Actually, we should see if we can still get into our old room and...get our stuff?
[ Because bro.
we kinda never got to the moving in proper part of all this. ]
[ Please, they were having more important activities.
But Inigo only now seems to realise that they.. kind of skipped over a lot by getting.. let's say 'directly down to business'. It's why he looks a little startled for a moment, but then he's looking down at himself, trying to ascertain whether or not he looks decent enough to leave this room.
He quickly pulls a hand through his hair. That should be enough, right? ]
Right! Come on, let's quickly see if we can grab our stuff before the train does anything weird with it! [ NO TRUST FOR THE TRAIN. Nor for its lack of respect towards people's property. ]
[ Tidus is also giving himself a look, wondering if people would be able to smell it on him. Will they figure it out!? ... maybe he can shoot into the bathroom and have a quick wash along the way, nbdnbd.
Yeah, that's becoming a more and more favoured idea as he shuffles down to the bottom of the bed, pushing everyone up and down clothes-wise in the direction it should be in. ]
Has the train ever done anything with people's stuff? What happened that time you moved into my room outta nowhere?
[ did he just wake up with that giant toy of his with him...? ]
Minerva was there with me.. But that means the train just touched her! Without permission!
[ Please, Tidus, look at his face! This is a sensitive matter, okay. Inigo doesn't want the train to get any weird ideas about it somehow being okay to put its sticky fingers all over his precious wyvern plush!! ]
But I don't know if it's going to do the same with our things now. If they're just going to be here when we wake up here tomorrow. [ He pauses, glancing at the door, and then looking a tad less dramatic, and instead a bit more serious. ] .. and I don't just want Rose to find out we moved that way.
[ Even if they're not particularly close to her, Inigo feels like they still owe her that much, rather than her awkwardly waking up to an almost empty room. ]
[ The train also touched Inigo without permission, but well, there's no reason to point that out. ...or maybe he will along the way, but not right now. ]
Sure, let's tell her. We can leave a note if she's not in. [ Because there was never any telling. He's standing now, and walks over to the door, looking himself over before glancing at Inigo, nodding towards the door. ]
I'm gonna take a wash in the bathroom sink on the way. [ Just. FYI. And if Inigo wants to do the same. But with that said he'll open the door; there's no making his hands less messy before they leave.
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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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Well, I mean.. I know how it works.
[ There's that, at least. Inigo does know how it's supposed to work between two guys, and it's not like he hasn't stuck fingers inside of himself before, so that's not a problem, but.. ]
But we don't have a lot of stuff back in Ylisse. Like.. protection? I have no idea what that's about. [ There's definitely a blush on his face when he admits to that, some shame, but at the same time.. it's just a fact. He can't make it any different than what it is. ] So you might have to keep out an eye for that. [ Since he wouldn't recognize it if it was dancing naked in front of him.
He pulls his shirt fully down again, smoothing it out. ]
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...but he is wondering about if they should get material on what to actually do. Which- uggghhh. If this was back in Zanarkand, he could look it up from home! On the network! No problem!
Does he have to buy a book...? A how-to video!?
...he's saying NOTHING. Toss this thought outside. ] Well we can't buy anything now, so it's not worth worrying about 'til later! Actually, we should see if we can still get into our old room and...get our stuff?
[ Because bro.
we kinda never got to the moving in proper part of all this. ]
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But Inigo only now seems to realise that they.. kind of skipped over a lot by getting.. let's say 'directly down to business'. It's why he looks a little startled for a moment, but then he's looking down at himself, trying to ascertain whether or not he looks decent enough to leave this room.
He quickly pulls a hand through his hair. That should be enough, right? ]
Right! Come on, let's quickly see if we can grab our stuff before the train does anything weird with it! [ NO TRUST FOR THE TRAIN. Nor for its lack of respect towards people's property. ]
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Yeah, that's becoming a more and more favoured idea as he shuffles down to the bottom of the bed, pushing everyone up and down clothes-wise in the direction it should be in. ]
Has the train ever done anything with people's stuff? What happened that time you moved into my room outta nowhere?
[ did he just wake up with that giant toy of his with him...? ]
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[ Please, Tidus, look at his face! This is a sensitive matter, okay. Inigo doesn't want the train to get any weird ideas about it somehow being okay to put its sticky fingers all over his precious wyvern plush!! ]
But I don't know if it's going to do the same with our things now. If they're just going to be here when we wake up here tomorrow. [ He pauses, glancing at the door, and then looking a tad less dramatic, and instead a bit more serious. ] .. and I don't just want Rose to find out we moved that way.
[ Even if they're not particularly close to her, Inigo feels like they still owe her that much, rather than her awkwardly waking up to an almost empty room. ]
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Sure, let's tell her. We can leave a note if she's not in. [ Because there was never any telling. He's standing now, and walks over to the door, looking himself over before glancing at Inigo, nodding towards the door. ]
I'm gonna take a wash in the bathroom sink on the way. [ Just. FYI. And if Inigo wants to do the same. But with that said he'll open the door; there's no making his hands less messy before they leave.
(He is not asking for Gibbs's help.) ]
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