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[ Technically it would be a knight and a prince, huh. Inigo is well aware of that, though it's been a long time since he's been super aware of his status, considering how long ago it stopped mattering completely.

(Though there's something to it, isn't there? Tidus being his handsome personal knight, this sort of thing having to remain a secret, sneaking in time with each other wherever they can find a moment by themselves--) ]

Who is it?

[ Inigo asks at that last part, still working on the buttons.

He leans his face in closer for a moment, pressing a kiss to Tidus's lips before moving on to the last two buttons that are still closed. ]

I feel like it's both of us.

[ Because Inigo was seduced enough by everything about Tidus's nature to want this in the first place - and Tidus was the one who's letting him. ]

[ This might as well be a story, like the ones that Tidus bought for Inigo. Two guys getting up to things they don't really quite understand, tugged by threads of lust. Is it the same for Inigo? Or just Tidus, playing it like he knows what he's doing.

He's pretty sure he's the one getting seduced more, here.

But he doesn't answer, the moment that Inigo is done, Tidus doesn't bother with removing the shirt first but at bringing his mouth to Inigo's neck; pushing aside his high collar just by the way he trails the kisses, sucking on the skin between the adam's apple, as close to the collar bone as he can get before clothing gets truly in the way.

He pulls himself in by the hand that wraps around Inigo's back, but his other hand tugging at the bottom of the shirt. A point of interest that takes over Tidus more as he loses any further skin he can get to with the shirt still on. So hands tug more, coming from both sides, no pesky buttons to deal with unlike his own. A suggestion for them both to get this off, and once they do, he'll even bother to slip his arms out from his own shirt, the sleeves dropping and only staying by where he doesn't bother to unpin it from his back and the couch.

Because instead, he can put his arms back around Inigo, bring his lips back to his chest.

Now with an answer, before he plants the kisses to skin: ]

I think it's the prince seducing his knight to get up to trouble.

[ Is it a roleplay they need? But with how knightly Inigo thought he looked, he lets it out, keeps it up just for him. ]

[ The words steal a gasp from Inigo's lips.

To his own surprise too, actually, because Inigo's cheeks turn very red the moment right after, where he seems to realise that just happened too. He didn't think he needed the roleplay - he's way into Tidus as-is, after all, and has been for the longest time now - but something about it apparently is very appealing to some part of his brain.

Or maybe it's just the combination of it all. Maybe it's sitting on Tidus's lap, the other saying that, the fact that their shirts are (half) off now, the lips on his chest.

It's such a turn on. Everything here is, to a point where it almost feels overwhelming.

Inigo has to resist the urge to shyly cover up his face. It's difficult, but apparently possible, since his hands are moving down rather than up. Down towards Tidus's now bare stomach, training along his abs, before moving up towards his pecs.

And trying really, really hard to not get too distracted by the attention his own shoulders and chest are getting. ]

You already get up to enough trouble without me having to do a thing.. [ His words are a little mumbled. It's in that way that it becomes the most obvious just how flustered and turned on he is right now. ]

[ That gasp isn't a sound that gets muffled by the activity Tidus is occupying himself with, the dip of a tongue end to lightly flick at the protruding collarbone. It colours Tidus's ears, or at least it feels that way by the heat that rushes there and elsewhere - far lower, deep in his belly.

He doesn't know why - is he that good? Did he kiss a sensitive part? Maybe it was in pain?

But Inigo continues to reciprocate, the hands searching their way up his body. Tidus leans back to let them get where they plan to, bringing them both into a clearer view of one another. He doesn't shy away from eyes, but his gaze does keep low on Inigo's chest, hands finding their way back onto thighs to rub the sides of.

And his own legs inch outward, to make them spread with them. ]

Is that really true? [ His hands run up, thumbs coming closer up Inigo's inner thigh. ] You were the one asking for this... you said you've been looking forward to this for ages.

I have..

[ It's said breathily, and surprisingly honest. Perhaps it's the vulnerable position that pulls the words from his mouth before he even realises he's spoken them out loud. His legs being spread, Tidus's hand getting so dangerously close, even if it's still on top of his pants.

Maybe it's since he feels so nervous - though not necessarily in a bad way - about continuing to look Tidus in the eyes, but he leans in closer to this time be the one to kiss the side of Tidus's neck, before sliding lower to plant one on his collar bone as well. His look is a tad more shy when he pulls back, spotting Tidus's gaze again. ]

But.. I mean, is there anyone who wouldn't look forward to doing this with you..? You're gorgeous, Tidus. [ Look, they might bicker like dumb idiots about 90% of the time. But that doesn't mean Inigo can't at the same time acknowledge that Tidus is the hottest beach hunk Inigo has ever laid his eyes upon. ]

[ That doesn't sound very knightly roleplay-y.

Unless it is, and his inexperience with any of this is what's catching him off-guard, but the praise warms him in an embarrassing way, any gaze that had been on Inigo's dropping away shyly, the teasing massage of his thumbs pausing with the tiny sound of mirth that leaves his mouth. ]

You make it sound like people are throwing themselves at me. [ ...which isn't exactly a negative that it isn't happening, but he wouldn't say he gets to feel attractive often. Apart from words from Inigo here and there.

But he makes that sound again, awkwardly as he assures: ] But I'm not complaining. Train's not the greatest place to be making a good impression or anything. ...well, 'cept the people actually marrying. But most of them already knew each other...?

...uh, sorry. Getting sidetracked.

[ sorry bro

now we're the unsexy one mumbling while you're trying to sweetly kiss all on him. ]

[ He feels like people would be throwing themselves at Tidus though. Maybe it's different here on the train, but.. Tidus was famous back home, right? A sports star, even if Inigo has a very rough time trying to wrap his head around the concept. But it must mean a lot of people saw him at work. And with Tidus being the way he is - why wouldn't people like him? He's so attractive in every possible way, from his looks to his heart.

Even when he's mumbling in the most unsexy way.

(Or maybe that's just because Inigo is just too weak to him.) ]

I wanted to throw myself at you.

[ Another surprisingly honest and forthcoming admission, but if he doesn't say it in this moment, then when would he? ]

But I thought-- I knew it'd be weird. I'm still kind of surprised you agreed to do this with me at all, you know.. [ His hands move up, brushing through Tidus's hair, just a tad unsteady. Inigo forces himself to actually look at the other guy's face though. ] But I'm-- That's why I'm extra excited.

[ Look, he'll get back to the action in a moment.

The sap is just too strong within this boy. ]

[ Whoa, bro.

It might be a lot to admit, I wanted to throw myself at you, but - maybe that's just how people are. People they'd be happy to get it on with, and hasn't there been some nice looking people he's thought similarly about?

...no, it is kind of a lot to still hear and process, though he keeps it down well as Inigo continues, looks at the other guy as he does him. Helps that Inigo's just mimicking him after all, though he doesn't lose that shy quirk in his smile. ]

Well- you're not the only guy with a libido. [ No, he knows that isn't what Inigo means, but isn't that what it comes down to? It doesn't erase how strange and new this is, but at the same time... ] You have to tell me if anything feels wrong though. Okay? If it doesn't work out - we can still do it later. And do other stuff tonight.

[ His hands find temporary rest relaxed around Inigo's waist, for as long as this pause lasts. Glad in a way for this moment of them being them, than anything else. ]

Nothing feels wrong right now. [ He leans in a little as he says it, as if to emphasize the point.

And he knows it isn't quite the point Tidus was trying to make, that it was probably about something feeling wrong later in this process, but he already wants to confirm that right now, this is exactly what he wanted. There's not a single part of him that's rejecting anything about this right now.

He leans back again after saying it, his gaze shyly dropping for a moment before looking back at the other's face. ]

.. though I think you might need to help me out of these pants.

[ Not that Inigo needs Tidus's help with that. Technically. But isn't this whole process much more fun and exciting when they're doing it together? ]

[ They're so goofy. There's a mood lost from before, a mood that's likely to return, but right now might be shining through the two of them as they are: ridiculous, clumsy - as a pair of good friends.

Nothing about Tidus ever feels confident, but when Inigo remarks on his pants, and he slides his hands around to their rim: ]

You just like having my hands on you.

[ It's teasing, dumb sounding to say (what kind of friend cares about that?), but Tidus doesn't move his hands anywhere but to the buttons and strings that fasten them together, tugging at them after as he takes a noticeable glance down. ]

Not big on underwear, are you? [ Heeehh. He pushes his hand down between his legs, able to do nothing really but fumble with his touches as he inches out his own legs again, as if trying to slowly shuffle them as wide as he can get- ] What if I just messed with you like this?

[ Guilty as charged. Inigo can't even deny it. After all, why would he seek out all that constant physical contact if he didn't like having people's hands on him? And Tidus's hands, especially -- and in this situation, especially.

Though even if he did have some sort of protest to that, there's no way he would have been able to get it out at what follows. It's not even the remark about (the lack of) underwear - that's normal where he comes from, after all - as much as it's the latter statement that slowly gets his cheeks to glow more and more. ]

H-Hey.

[ It's not an upset protest in any way. It's not even dramatically upset. No, Inigo just looks flustered in the face of that comment and his legs being drawn further apart. Just shy.

(Just a tad turned on.) ]

Y.. You wouldn't, right? Aren't we going to do this properly..?

Yeah-- [ It's that slow dragged out yeah, the kind that's always followed by a 'but'. His stand still stroking against the layer of fabric, fingers finally finding a good way to dip in, ] but you're not in a hurry, are you? You still want me to touch you. Right?

[ His voice softens to a huskier state, a kind of cool he doesn't perceive himself being - not at all. But Inigo is being so shy, and they're going to do this, so he needs to fall back on some kind of confidence.

As he manages to get a hold of Inigo, feeling him already firm, getting just enough room to twist his wrist to stroke his hand in place. ]

And I think I like having you here like this.

[ On his lap, his face in view. ]

[ There's absolutely nowhere for Inigo hide like this. Although it's doubtful whether he wants to or not. It's the main thing Inigo finds himself struggling with in this very moment, as he's sitting there on Tidus's lap, staring right into the other's eyes as he feels that hand making its way into his pants.

It's all so flustering, especially coupled with those words, and that makes the shy boy in him hide away, even in situations where it's hardly possible, like the one here where he's in full view.

On the other hand, Tidus is saying he likes having Inigo here like this. And it must mean at least partially since he likes seeing Inigo like this.

And Inigo wants to please so badly. ]

You-- You do?

[ His throat feels so dry, his voice stuck in his throat, but he manages to force those words out anyway, trying his best to keep his hips from rocking into the motion of Tidus's hands. (Please, he might just burst right out of his pants if he'd try that.)

His hands feel stupidly useless for a moment, heavy as lead, but he manages to grasp Tidus's face into his grasp, one hand on each of Tidus's cheeks. ]

What do you like about it..?

[ He feels mortified by the possible answers.

And yet also incredibly turned on at the same time, which is why he can't help but ask. ]

[ There's nowhere for Inigo to hide, but it isn't any better for Tidus. Not when the hands come on either side of his face as they do, surely warm to Inigo's palms. Under a question he wasn't expecting, eyes that try to shyly escape, but there's no place for them to go; the stroke of his hand continuing slow and awkwardly, but he can just manage it. Helps, when he brings in his legs some, not forcing them to be so spread apart. ]

Well, [ he starts, eyes coming back onto Inigo. ] ...it's...nice, being close like this, don't you think? You're right there, I'm here- [ two points he gives with a chuckle, ] -and you could kiss me at any time.

If you wanted to.

[ Said, like a sly tease, the tug of his mouth joining the suggestion.

Tidus isn't saying he wants him to, but - he wouldn't say no to being kissed right now. ]

.. if I wanted to. [ Inigo slowly repeats, his tone a tad softer.

It's not teasing, like it might have been during their usual bickering. Like Inigo trying to goad Tidus into making him kiss him. No, instead it sounds like Inigo is thinking about the words as he says them, thinking about the possibility.

It's true. He could just kiss Tidus.

There's an insecure part of him that almost asks the other if Tidus wants that, but then he realises it'd be dumb to ask that in this situation of all things.

So rather than thinking too much about that, Inigo does lean in to plant his lips against Tidus's. ]

Maybe it's the knight seducing the prince after all. [ He mumbles against those lips, his tone a tad more breathy because of the movements of Tidus's hand. ]

[ Tidus doesn't have an answer to give but the kiss that he brings Inigo back into, searching for that soft press of their lips. Hand drawing around to the small of his back, pulling Inigo in, while his other pumps along the length of him that he can now comfortably find a pace to.

He doesn't have his mind in on that roleplay, but he does have it for seeking out Inigo's tongue, tempting his by the tip of his flicking gently along his lips, searching for something less chaste. There's nothing chaste about where they are, Inigo's cock in his hand, his own straining now against his pants, knowing what's in store for him.

But he likes this right now too, the kissing, treating Inigo, pleasuring him and getting him worked up before they go any further. Working himself up, his self-retreat gradually ebbing away as they keep at this. Finding himself wanting more and more with each passing second. ]

[ There's no doubt that a part of Inigo would be content with just this. Just sitting on Tidus's lap, kissing him, the other's hand down his pants, Inigo's mouth opening slightly so his own tongue slips out too, meeting each other.

It already feels pleasurable in so many ways. But this isn't their end goal today, and Inigo knows that if he lets himself get lead along by this for too long, it'll be no good. He wants to save it all for today's main course.

So after a few moments of kissing, he pulls back his face a little. His hands move down, fumbling with the hem of Tidus's own pants. Even though he has to catch his breath, he still manages to speak up between huffing in breaths of air. ]

Take off your pants.

[ There's nothing really bossy about it when Inigo is like this - basically just a flustered mess. His face still very red, his breath a bit uneven. It almost sounds more like a plea than anything else. ]

[ but brooo, can't we sit here making out and me jerking you off for a while longer!

But Tidus can't really argue when Inigo tells him what to do in such a breathy voice, the hands that he feels reaching and messing with his clothes. A plea, a demand, whatever it is; it's hot, and Tidus isn't thinking they need to go straight to the main course if they get rid of some more clothing.

It's still unfavourable though, Tidus finds, breaking from the kiss and not being able to return straight to it, a sensation in his mouth that should be another tongue, but he backs off to give room for either Inigo or himself - if he has to - get undone the knots that replace the zippers of their pants. Reluctantly letting go of Inigo's shaft and helping to pull undone all the way the lace, the shape of his cock visible against the underwear he wears. ]

Be careful, [ he warns, as he puts his hands to try and take the trousers off without moving off Inigo, but it might be better for both of them - with Inigo's own pants still on - for the other guy to slide off Tidus's lap so they can both undress; Tidus pulling off his boxer briefs along with the rest, cock springing free.

He awkwardly gets his shoes kicked off next in a frustrated fumble with the fabric now gathered around his feet and in the way. Now, far more naked he was before -

And would Inigo want to return to his lap? Or direct them into a different position? ]

[ Inigo definitely moves off the other guy's lap for a moment to allow the fabric of the pants to move all the way down to bundle at Tidus's feet. It just takes way too many acrobatics to keep sitting there and allow the other to get undressed at the same time, but - perhaps luckily so for Tidus - Inigo does seem to find his way back to the lap only a moment later.

Though he too, by that time, makes sure to already have shed his pants.

And while their progressed state of undress is something that does make Inigo kind of shy, especially with the knowledge that this isn't exactly their own room, there's something about the sight of Tidus like this that makes him press on.

At least press on enough to plant himself right back on Tidus's laps, his legs hanging over Tidus's thighs, dicks dangerously close to each other now they're no longer confined by pants.

But Inigo still presses on even more. He leans closer, planting a kiss on Tidus's cheeks, before his mouth moves further - kissing his jawline, his neck, perhaps even the faintest tug on his earlobe, words mumbled between kisses. ]

I can't believe people aren't throwing themselves at you. [ Is Inigo the only person with eyes in this place. Please. Maybe this is a thirsty thing to say, sure, but it has to be said! If Tidus of all people doesn't even get compliments about this, then who would? ] Just look at you.

[ The shirt trapped against his back and the couch has been discarded into the mess made by the rest of the clothes, during that time. And it's true, that there's something different now with the two of them as naked as they are; when jerking each other off never really required them to get unchanged - and neither did this, really - but this time, Inigo wanted the full works.

To do this properly - whatever that means. Right now, Tidus feels his confidence wavering in that way it always has, just by the plastering of the kisses Inigo leaves on him, the soft words spoken between. But he chuckles, nudges his head to get his face to meet Inigo's, his bottom lip catching and dragging along skin. ]

Speak for yourself, too. You'd get a lot more people if you put yourself out there. [ That he can grin for, knowing how Inigo might disagree, but nothing new there. He plants a kiss on a cheek while he can get to it, speaking against it: ] Maybe I'll find someone to hook you up with. ...maybe after we have sex a few times?

[ Because if their dicks aren't touching yet, they will now, Tidus ringing his arms around hips and grabbing the side of a leg, shifting Inigo closer to get them bumping. Their faces some too, probably, but Tidus has his head tilted upward, as if to ready to meet certain protests. ]

[ Ugh, of all things to bring up.

Inigo can feel an immediate stress reaction creeping up on him at Tidus's words. For so many reasons. Sure, there's the obvious one of his particular feelings for Tidus, but even if he didn't have a dumb crush on the other, Inigo doesn't really want to think about hooking up with anyone else when he of all people knows just how much the idea of love is impossible on the train. People only get separated here. Only get hurt.

He so doesn't want to think about that right now, though, which may be why he starts rocking his hips a little to rub himself against Tidus, like he's chasing that extra bit of friction. Anything to keep his mind from thinking more dumb thoughts. ]

D-- Don't. I'm fine.

[ There's that contrast between them. Tidus's head tilted upward, to look at Inigo's reaction. Inigo's head tilted downward, to avoid looking at Tidus.

Not wanting it to be taken too seriously - even though it's very much meant seriously - Inigo quickly adds: ]

Trying to get rid of me already..?

[ There's that embarrassment, not unexpected, but it comes with that squirm in his lap that teases Tidus with the knowledge of how little attention he's received himself. Sliding a hand to freely do that, fingers brushing against Inigo's cock in the process. He doesn't pull his head away, though it isn't being made easy to see Inigo like this, but he gives himself a few strokes, not so bold, but finding his self-restraint lessening as- ]

I didn't say what a few times meant. [ -as his mouth becomes more daring, teasing. His hand taking a hold of Inigo again, slowly jerking at him once more without fanfare. ] ...how did you wanna do it? I think- we could do it like this, maybe.

[ Did either of them want that? But as nice as it's been to have Inigo on his lap like this, he admits after a beat- ]

Or- leaning on the arm of the sofa might be easier.

[ But he's not yet so bold to say, seeing Inigo's back and his arms on the arm of the sofa - is kinda a sexy image.... ]

Well..

[ Inigo starts, his voice trailing off as she tries to banish those insecurities from his mind, if not just by repeating Tidus's own words over and over in his head. He didn't say what a few times meant.. Hold on to that. Think about that, instead of anything stupid during a moment like this.

His head finally moves back up again a little, Inigo's gaze peeking over to shyly meet Tidus's own. ]

Like you said.. if we have more than a few times, we can always try different things later. [ Because Inigo definitely wants to try various things.

Especially once they get over the nervous excitement of the first time.

He moves, getting up from Tidus's lap and scooting across until he's on the sofa - though he leans against the arm with his upper back for now, the purpose of which becomes rapidly clear as he continues: ]

Though I-- I should probably open myself up a little first. [ Thankfully that is something he has experience with. Something they don't need to necessarily fumble around with here. It's not like he's only been plainly jerking himself off for pleasure in the showers, after all. ] .. unless you want to do it..?

[ Not like Inigo is going to say no to that idea.

But considering this is Tidus's first time doing this too (probably?!), he doesn't want to put the other on the spot by making him do it to Inigo, when Inigo knows very well how to do it himself if necessary. ]

[ Well, that's a view.

An entirely different view from the one he was imagining, a breath getting caught in his throat. But it's not for the sight - no, instead it's for the question Inigo asks. Tidus being left to balance himself by a leg bent at the knee on the sofa at the space Inigo doesn't take up, the other on the floor and his hand resting on the back. It's not like he wasn't considering it, but...

'...unless you want to do it?' ]

Uh- sure! I've got the stuff- [ And he's got his band too, visible around one wrist while his SCA covers his other, his Zanarkand necklace dangling by his chest. He makes a bottle appear in hand, undoing the top...and starts to hesitate. ]

...Are you okay with me doing it? M-- maybe it's too much for me to do it?

[ unlike, say

banging a guy ]

[ Of course Inigo isn't going to mind the idea of Tidus sticking his fingers up his butt. Not that he's surprised by the hesitation, because he gets why the other is reacting that way, but.. still, there's not a hint of it within Inigo himself.

Instead he can just feel his heartbeat growing a bit faster, and he smiles as he reaches out with one hand, gently grabbing the wrist of the arm holding the bottle. ]

I'm more than okay with it. [ Inigo tries to keep his tone gentle, even with the brewing excitement in the pit of his stomach - and a little lower than there, let's be real.

He just hopes it's reassuring. ]

I, uh.. I actually really like the idea. As long as you're okay with it.

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