[ 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. ]
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: ]
[ 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.... ]
[ 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. ]
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?
[ 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.
[ He's thought about this - of course he's thought about this. Possibly skipping this particular moment most of the time, sure, though not always; and maybe it's just that being here and (potentially) doing the real thing is different from his imagination, but-
But his hesitations seem immature in the face of Inigo's anticipation, when he talks about really liking the idea of this. No matter the real nerves creeping up his arms to his shoulders. When Tidus sees Inigo waiting like that, naked in front of him...
His lips are tight, but he's aware of his facial expressions, regardless of the uncertainty that still shows. But he gives Inigo a tiny smile, tries to swallow down his apprehensions; moving the bottle over to begin pouring out the gel-like substance onto his dominant hand. ]
Okay, [ he says, aiming for something that sounds confident. ] It's a lil' cold. Um, just tell me if I- poke anything weird?
[ You know, like something in the butt?? Please don't call him out, he's trying his best here, smearing the lube over his fore- and middle fingers, his thumb being used to help. Tidus moves in, getting into place between Inigo's legs; looking down once to guide his hand, but also deciding, actually, he'd rather look up at Inigo's face. Yeah, that's a better place.
.......or, maybe not. Maybe his dick is actually a better spot for him to (pretend to) observe, as the slick gel teases along the skin his fingers bump against on their way to finding where they're meant to go. Until finally, they press in between Inigo's ass, coming close to the ring of nerves leading in. Stopping nervously at the resistance that meets his barely-trying fingertips, and just hovering before the spot...
...but he starts to slowly push in, a glance taken back at Inigo's face once more that quickly darts away, ignoring the tickling to his skin as he gets his fingers in by the first knuckles. ]
[ Inigo lets out a slow gasp as he feels the fingers entering. First definitely meeting resistance, but then managing to slide further in, helped by the lube.
But his mind isn't very much helped by it. It's a lot, to go from being empty to suddenly so much fuller-- and even moreso when he knows it's Tidus doing it. When Inigo can look right over and see the other guy there, Tidus shyly looking away when their gazes almost meet in a way that betrays his true feelings behind the confidence he tries to project.
Not that Inigo blames him. Tidus is inexperienced with this sort of thing, why wouldn't he feel shy and awkward about it, especially when he's doing it to someone else. ]
Oh, you-- [ He starts, sucking in a breath before he continues. ] You might want to go a little slower if you ever do this with another guy..
[ Please, Tidus, immediately multiple fingers at the same time from the start might be a bit much, okay, depending on the guy.
Inigo smiles a little though, his hand moving through his sideswept bangs to keep them from sticking to his forehead. ]
I'm.. I'm fine. Don't worry. [ BEFORE TIDUS GETS ANY WORRIED IDEAS. Inigo is used to this due to practice, thank Naga. It even shows in the way he moves a little, raising his butt a bit to allow easier further access. ]
I'm going too fast? [ Nevermind the idea of one day doing this with another guy, nevermind the reassurance; the shifting Inigo does, a heat refreshed on Tidus's cheeks as he has to imagine, he did it too fast!? That was fast...!? ]
How slow? [ There's a higher pitch to his voice, worry seeping in; trying, just very carefully, to give his fingers the smallest nudge in. His necklace lightly swinging with the twitch of his arm. ] Like-- like this? Maybe I need more lube...
[ IS THAT OK BRO, HE'LL START SLOWLY TAKING THEM OUT...!!!
[ He can just feel those fingers slowly starting to slide out.
Which means Inigo has a limited time to react. He speaks up, much too hastily, his tongue practically tripping over the words he's speaking. ]
Oh, no-- No, no, no, no!
[ Look, this whole talk would be a lot less awkward to have if Tidus wasn't currently knuckle-deep up his ass, but sometimes you can't choose your circumstances. Inigo tries shaking his head. ]
It's fine, I mean-- I do this a lot, so..
[ UGH, is that embarrassing to admit?! Is Tidus going to think he's weird for sticking his own fingers up his butt sometimes?! Inigo gasps, his cheeks burning. ]
It's fine.. for me. I was just.. just surprised for a moment, t-that's all. [ Then again, maybe he shouldn't have been surprised Tidus would just go for it so fast. It's not like this is a common activity for the other. ] Don't take them out.
[ ... ]
U-Unless you want to?
[ Look at this awkward turtle. Now he's worried he put Tidus off!! UGH!! He involuntarily clenches around the fingers for a moment. ]
But I-- I don't want you to, you know..! [ This is so sexy. ]
[ 'Oh, no, no no no no no'? Tidus has no choice but to stop at those exclamations, confusion buzzing the more in his head. Inigo does this lot? Wait, but he doesn't have sex? Wait...
Tidus may be taking mental damage here, if from his own poor attempt at keeping his head on straight. Does it feel good?? Is this just what gay guys do?? This is too much for his bro mind to grasp, and probably not the time to focus on it either. Okay, one thing at a time, Tidus!! ]
I-I can keep them in! [ Okay, yeah, he can do that, fingers still in Inigo's ass, just rather..hanging out. ] Uh... so does it feel good if I push them in slowly? And then back out? Is that what you do?
[ 'Like you would with a woman?' But there's no way he's going to ask that.
[ Things Inigo did not take into account he would have to explain right in the middle of trying them out: this.
Especially since there's absolutely no way to do that that won't feel majorly embarrassing. He can already feel his face heating up more and more in the moment, and he's pretty sure that's not just a side-effect of still having Tidus's fingers inside of him. ]
It.. It feels good when you hit the right spot.
[ 'The right spot'. Probably still too vague for Tidus, but how is Inigo supposed to put it any other way? It's not something you explain, it's just.. just something you know! Something you feel!
Maybe it's just something they'll have to experiment with. Unsexily. ]
Try moving your fingers in.. um, a little further..
[ This isn't...so strange. Despite the nerves that flutter up and down inside Tidus, listening to Inigo, his bumbling confusion is changing into a confused curiosity. 'When you hit the right spot'--he's never heard anything about this, and he has no idea what that's going to turn out to be in practice, but-
But he wants to find out, pushing in his fingers slow, eyes now down as he watches his hand's movement. Was this a right spot he was going to know himself? Or would he need Inigo's guidance to tell him when he was there? It's the latter he waits on as his fingers press in, wondering if he should twist them, move them in any way, but he figures if he needs to, Inigo will let them know.
And it's Inigo he's waiting on for some kind of response, a 'there', an anything.
[ You think it's hard for you, Tidus?! Just imagine laying here with another guy's fingers shoved up your butt in the most awkward way possible!
And for a moment Inigo does worry that it's only going to get more awkward. That Tidus is going to follow his instructions, but not find anything, and Inigo is going to have to offer to open himself up after all and make Tidus awkwardly watch or something--
But then he does feel something. ]
Ah-- [ An involuntarily gasp, which should probably already tell Tidus everything he needs to know. Inigo even shuts his eyes afterwards. ] T-There. [ He clarifies all the same. ]
[ Someone wanted another guy's fingers up his ass, thank you very much!!
But Tidus is taking this seriously, please. As new and strange as it is, he's digging his fingers inside, searching for whatever it is he's meant to be - some kind of point that it start to feel good, that has Inigo doing this to himself.
And then, that sound - the confirmation. His eyes flicker up to Inigo's face, and then he moves his fingers; adjusting them, searching now for what, if anything, seems different in this spot; if it's the motion that made that sound, or is it something physical he can touch, focus on? ]
Like this-? [ He asks, as genuine as he hopes is a tease; fingers nearly all the way in, the ones not deep in him curved where they can get to be out of the way and to give him access.
He wants to hear that reaction from Inigo again, wants to hear it more; wants to see the way it makes him act, be to have done to him. ]
[ He starts, trying to explain more, but then is overtaken by the feeling in the middle of his sentence. He's cut off by an involuntarily slight gasp, and Inigo moves a hand up to his face, rubbing it there to try and get a bit more of a hold of himself.
It's hard though, given the current circumstances, and his face is very red, his breath starting to get slightly uneven, hitching whenever Tidus moves those fingers inside of him. ]
S-Sweet Naga, it feels so good.. [ Embarrassingly so. Inigo hadn't imagined that it'd feel this different to have someone else do it to him, rather than him trying to do it all by himself in desperation in the shower.
The hand that was rubbing at his face now instead seems to try and cover up said face, like he's too embarrassed to be viewed at a moment like this, when he's really starting to feel the pleasure. ]
Stretch me out a bit more, so I.. I can.. you know..
[ Take more of Tidus inside of him, let the other shove his dick in, but that's way too much to say out loud right now. ]
[ He's doing something right, that much is obvious. And that something right - really, he's not sure what it is, knows at the very least it's something with his fingers bumping into some right place. So, he should just keep that up??
But for as confusing, flustering as a place it puts Tidus in, the moans ad twitches of reactions remind Tidus of his own arousal, what this is in preparation for; those parts of the daydreams that were always more inviting to think about than this. He isn't sure how to stretch out a guy like this, trying to move his fingers apart, to wiggle them for extra space; only thinking once he's started to say- ] J-just relax.
[ Would it help? But his mind is going elsewhere a little as he raises his fingers by moving up his palm, pointing out, for whatever aroused reason in his brain- ]
My dick's gonna be bigger than this.
[ Is he saying it as a warning? As a concern? As a point of ego? Even Tidus isn't sure. ]
[ Inigo is wondering about the exact reasoning behind that statement.
But this isn't exactly the ideal position to think in. He's already so flustered, and he can feel every slight movement Tidus's fingers make inside of him, and it's so distracting that there is no way he can think straight in this moment. His instinct is to assume it's a warning, as if Inigo didn't already figure that a dick is bigger than just some fingers, but then he does wonder if the other is bragging.
Or is this dirty talk?! Inigo has no idea. By Naga, there has never been a moment where he wanted to think less than right now. ]
I-I know. [ He stammers, and as he shudders at Tidus's movements, one of his own arms reaches out to plant a hand on Tidus's shoulder, seeking purchase there, as if to keep himself steady in the middle of all this. ]
And I.. I want it..
[ He still hasn't figured out whether Tidus's words were dirty talk, and so he isn't sure if this is the appropriate response, but screw it. He can't think beyond that right now. ]
Want you.. inside of me so bad, Tidus.. [ He can worry about sounding dumb later. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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? ]
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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.
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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. ]
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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..?
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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.... ]
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[ 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. ]
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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 ]
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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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But his hesitations seem immature in the face of Inigo's anticipation, when he talks about really liking the idea of this. No matter the real nerves creeping up his arms to his shoulders. When Tidus sees Inigo waiting like that, naked in front of him...
His lips are tight, but he's aware of his facial expressions, regardless of the uncertainty that still shows. But he gives Inigo a tiny smile, tries to swallow down his apprehensions; moving the bottle over to begin pouring out the gel-like substance onto his dominant hand. ]
Okay, [ he says, aiming for something that sounds confident. ] It's a lil' cold. Um, just tell me if I- poke anything weird?
[ You know, like something in the butt?? Please don't call him out, he's trying his best here, smearing the lube over his fore- and middle fingers, his thumb being used to help. Tidus moves in, getting into place between Inigo's legs; looking down once to guide his hand, but also deciding, actually, he'd rather look up at Inigo's face. Yeah, that's a better place.
.......or, maybe not. Maybe his dick is actually a better spot for him to (pretend to) observe, as the slick gel teases along the skin his fingers bump against on their way to finding where they're meant to go. Until finally, they press in between Inigo's ass, coming close to the ring of nerves leading in. Stopping nervously at the resistance that meets his barely-trying fingertips, and just hovering before the spot...
...but he starts to slowly push in, a glance taken back at Inigo's face once more that quickly darts away, ignoring the tickling to his skin as he gets his fingers in by the first knuckles. ]
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But his mind isn't very much helped by it. It's a lot, to go from being empty to suddenly so much fuller-- and even moreso when he knows it's Tidus doing it. When Inigo can look right over and see the other guy there, Tidus shyly looking away when their gazes almost meet in a way that betrays his true feelings behind the confidence he tries to project.
Not that Inigo blames him. Tidus is inexperienced with this sort of thing, why wouldn't he feel shy and awkward about it, especially when he's doing it to someone else. ]
Oh, you-- [ He starts, sucking in a breath before he continues. ] You might want to go a little slower if you ever do this with another guy..
[ Please, Tidus, immediately multiple fingers at the same time from the start might be a bit much, okay, depending on the guy.
Inigo smiles a little though, his hand moving through his sideswept bangs to keep them from sticking to his forehead. ]
I'm.. I'm fine. Don't worry. [ BEFORE TIDUS GETS ANY WORRIED IDEAS. Inigo is used to this due to practice, thank Naga. It even shows in the way he moves a little, raising his butt a bit to allow easier further access. ]
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How slow? [ There's a higher pitch to his voice, worry seeping in; trying, just very carefully, to give his fingers the smallest nudge in. His necklace lightly swinging
with the twitch of his arm. ] Like-- like this? Maybe I need more lube...
[ IS THAT OK BRO, HE'LL START SLOWLY TAKING THEM OUT...!!!
because that's the problem here, right!! ]
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Which means Inigo has a limited time to react. He speaks up, much too hastily, his tongue practically tripping over the words he's speaking. ]
Oh, no-- No, no, no, no!
[ Look, this whole talk would be a lot less awkward to have if Tidus wasn't currently knuckle-deep up his ass, but sometimes you can't choose your circumstances. Inigo tries shaking his head. ]
It's fine, I mean-- I do this a lot, so..
[ UGH, is that embarrassing to admit?! Is Tidus going to think he's weird for sticking his own fingers up his butt sometimes?! Inigo gasps, his cheeks burning. ]
It's fine.. for me. I was just.. just surprised for a moment, t-that's all. [ Then again, maybe he shouldn't have been surprised Tidus would just go for it so fast. It's not like this is a common activity for the other. ] Don't take them out.
[ ... ]
U-Unless you want to?
[ Look at this awkward turtle. Now he's worried he put Tidus off!! UGH!! He involuntarily clenches around the fingers for a moment. ]
But I-- I don't want you to, you know..! [ This is so sexy. ]
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Tidus may be taking mental damage here, if from his own poor attempt at keeping his head on straight. Does it feel good?? Is this just what gay guys do?? This is too much for his bro mind to grasp, and probably not the time to focus on it either. Okay, one thing at a time, Tidus!! ]
I-I can keep them in! [ Okay, yeah, he can do that, fingers still in Inigo's ass, just rather..hanging out. ] Uh... so does it feel good if I push them in slowly? And then back out? Is that what you do?
[ 'Like you would with a woman?' But there's no way he's going to ask that.
please, this is already too sexy for that. ]
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Especially since there's absolutely no way to do that that won't feel majorly embarrassing. He can already feel his face heating up more and more in the moment, and he's pretty sure that's not just a side-effect of still having Tidus's fingers inside of him. ]
It.. It feels good when you hit the right spot.
[ 'The right spot'. Probably still too vague for Tidus, but how is Inigo supposed to put it any other way? It's not something you explain, it's just.. just something you know! Something you feel!
Maybe it's just something they'll have to experiment with. Unsexily. ]
Try moving your fingers in.. um, a little further..
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But he wants to find out, pushing in his fingers slow, eyes now down as he watches his hand's movement. Was this a right spot he was going to know himself? Or would he need Inigo's guidance to tell him when he was there? It's the latter he waits on as his fingers press in, wondering if he should twist them, move them in any way, but he figures if he needs to, Inigo will let them know.
And it's Inigo he's waiting on for some kind of response, a 'there', an anything.
Bro let him know when this is sexy again. ]
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And for a moment Inigo does worry that it's only going to get more awkward. That Tidus is going to follow his instructions, but not find anything, and Inigo is going to have to offer to open himself up after all and make Tidus awkwardly watch or something--
But then he does feel something. ]
Ah-- [ An involuntarily gasp, which should probably already tell Tidus everything he needs to know. Inigo even shuts his eyes afterwards. ] T-There. [ He clarifies all the same. ]
That feels good.
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But Tidus is taking this seriously, please. As new and strange as it is, he's digging his fingers inside, searching for whatever it is he's meant to be - some kind of point that it start to feel good, that has Inigo doing this to himself.
And then, that sound - the confirmation. His eyes flicker up to Inigo's face, and then he moves his fingers; adjusting them, searching now for what, if anything, seems different in this spot; if it's the motion that made that sound, or is it something physical he can touch, focus on? ]
Like this-? [ He asks, as genuine as he hopes is a tease; fingers nearly all the way in, the ones not deep in him curved where they can get to be out of the way and to give him access.
He wants to hear that reaction from Inigo again, wants to hear it more; wants to see the way it makes him act, be to have done to him. ]
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[ He starts, trying to explain more, but then is overtaken by the feeling in the middle of his sentence. He's cut off by an involuntarily slight gasp, and Inigo moves a hand up to his face, rubbing it there to try and get a bit more of a hold of himself.
It's hard though, given the current circumstances, and his face is very red, his breath starting to get slightly uneven, hitching whenever Tidus moves those fingers inside of him. ]
S-Sweet Naga, it feels so good.. [ Embarrassingly so. Inigo hadn't imagined that it'd feel this different to have someone else do it to him, rather than him trying to do it all by himself in desperation in the shower.
The hand that was rubbing at his face now instead seems to try and cover up said face, like he's too embarrassed to be viewed at a moment like this, when he's really starting to feel the pleasure. ]
Stretch me out a bit more, so I.. I can.. you know..
[ Take more of Tidus inside of him, let the other shove his dick in, but that's way too much to say out loud right now. ]
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But for as confusing, flustering as a place it puts Tidus in, the moans ad twitches of reactions remind Tidus of his own arousal, what this is in preparation for; those parts of the daydreams that were always more inviting to think about than this. He isn't sure how to stretch out a guy like this, trying to move his fingers apart, to wiggle them for extra space; only thinking once he's started to say- ] J-just relax.
[ Would it help? But his mind is going elsewhere a little as he raises his fingers by moving up his palm, pointing out, for whatever aroused reason in his brain- ]
My dick's gonna be bigger than this.
[ Is he saying it as a warning? As a concern? As a point of ego? Even Tidus isn't sure. ]
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But this isn't exactly the ideal position to think in. He's already so flustered, and he can feel every slight movement Tidus's fingers make inside of him, and it's so distracting that there is no way he can think straight in this moment. His instinct is to assume it's a warning, as if Inigo didn't already figure that a dick is bigger than just some fingers, but then he does wonder if the other is bragging.
Or is this dirty talk?! Inigo has no idea. By Naga, there has never been a moment where he wanted to think less than right now. ]
I-I know. [ He stammers, and as he shudders at Tidus's movements, one of his own arms reaches out to plant a hand on Tidus's shoulder, seeking purchase there, as if to keep himself steady in the middle of all this. ]
And I.. I want it..
[ He still hasn't figured out whether Tidus's words were dirty talk, and so he isn't sure if this is the appropriate response, but screw it. He can't think beyond that right now. ]
Want you.. inside of me so bad, Tidus.. [ He can worry about sounding dumb later. ]
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