[ 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. ]
[ Truthfully, the answer may have been 'all of the above'; but whatever it was, the hand that comes to rest on his shoulder, the words and their intoxicated state makes the arousal travel down Tidus's own gut. Sexier than anything he could have said, guiding him to lean some more over Inigo. Though he can't get too close to him now as he is, fingers continuing to try and press, dig in, 'stretch' Inigo, whatever that means - ]
You want me - now? [ That is definitely a question, no tease under the fluster of it. Perhaps a hint of hope in it, Tidus very suddenly ready to get to the next stage of this. Adding, if to give some reassurance (a reason why right now would be very okay): ] I'll go slow - I'll add more lube too.
[ Even if he wants to rush now, they don't need to rush in the act. And oh geez, please don't let him be uncool and finish quick, either...!!! ]
[ It's almost more breath than a word, but still audible enough to be obvious confirmation. Tidus hardly even had to add the last bit, really - Inigo's answer would have been the same regardless.
But what Tidus adds does help Inigo see a bit of Tidus's feelings too. He wants to move on to it as well, to a point where he was gently trying to convince - reassure - Inigo that it'd be okay.
It feels a little less dumb and embarrassing as long as he knows he's not the only one really into the idea. ]
I don't.. say that to just anyone. [ It's a joke.
Probably. It's hard to tell with how breathy Inigo's tone is, interrupted by uneven breath, but he meant it as a joke. Maybe to, in turn, also convince Tidus it's really okay. ]
I really want this.. [ His hand squeezes Tidus's shoulder. ] Right now.
He takes plenty, small and quiet, the motions of his fingers easing to a stop before then slowly being drawn out. Residue sticks with him, a heat from Inigo's body; and the eyes that had watched Inigo's face in their exchange turning away so he can concentrate. Lube, that's still out on the couch by his knee, and it's the packet of condoms he has to get out. A fussiness he doesn't really want to deal with as nervous hands fumble to open it, to take out one of the squares.
This isn't the first he's tried one of these on, but it's not just for curiosity's sake this time. Desire and nerves are a strange mixture, all the lust that had been driving him forward now making room for insecurities: if he's going to be any good, will it be alright? Will he disappoint Inigo, 'cause he really doesn't want to do that--
Tidus tries to swat away the thoughts as he drips more of lube over his covered cock, spreading it over. A sadder thought trying to worm itself into his head - you wanted to do this with Yuna - that stops him from focusing anything that tries to enter his mind. Shuffling forward, trying to get somewhere into a better position; and it's Inigo's lower torso that makes him grab one of the soft pillows from behind him, suggest to Inigo - ] Let me put this under... [ to prop up his ass some more.
His heart is racing, its beating reaching his ears. The hand that had been on the side of the couch now coming to rest somewhere by Inigo's hip as he lines up, pressed the tip of his cock to Inigo's opening. Slowly, slowly...
He won't voice further reassurances, requests of Tell me, if this is okay-- they've gone through that enough times now, and there's nothing else but to push in, feeling as the heat of Inigo's body presses around him back. ]
[ It's a good thing that Inigo's excitement is outweighing everything else here, or he might have backed out due to sheer nerves.
But after having had Tidus's fingers inside of him, it's hard to think of anything else. Even though he has to wait for a moment while Tidus prepares himself, the feeling caused by all of it still floats through his mind, blocking out anything else. All Inigo processes is that he moves to help prop that pillow up underneath him, his body shifting, and then a moment later he can feel the other entering him.
And this part is new. Everything before this has still been something Inigo has experience with, even if it's with himself rather than another guy. But that leaves this to truly be the first time he's had anything like this in him, and it's--
It's so much.
He whines when Tidus enters him, audible even though it's brief. It's something he can't surpress in time, because otherwise he wouldn't have voiced it, wouldn't want Tidus to worry that something is wrong here, because-- nothing is wrong. Or so Inigo thinks, anyway. He has no idea what's supposed to feel wrong or right here, all he knows is that this feels like much. Like so much.
So much that his hands move to grip onto the sofa, its material bunching up underneath his clawing fingers. ]
D-Don't worry, keep going. [ He finally manages to force out, his voice tight. ] It's fine, I.. I'm just..
[ Just adjusting. Inigo's eyes fall shut, sweat already starting to form on his brow. ]
[ The whine does worry Tidus, how can it not? But he tries to be as slow as possible, to pause, to not rush. Don't worry, Inigo says - but there's no turning that off, only trust keeping him from not stopping. ]
Just- relax, [ he reminds Inigo, the one thing he knows about any of this, that Inigo needs to be at ease, experiencing the way before when Inigo's muscles had clenched around his fingers. He isn't quite sure if Inigo is or isn't clenched now, but he waits for a moment, then continues - getting in the head of his cock, his fingers holding and guiding his shaft. Hoping he used enough lube, hoping this won't end up uncomfortable. But none of his hopes and worries being an amount to make him stop, eyes glancing over at Inigo's face.
He already feels the desire to thrust, but there's no way he can yet. His lips pinch, rolling together, and he enters some more; willing to stop if Inigo speaks up and asks for a second, and does so anyway if he hears the other guy make a sound. Just in case.
Until he can't keep a hold of himself any longer, no space for his hand. Tidus starts to place it on Inigo's thigh until he moves it to rest next to it instead. Eyes now more on Inigo, evaluating.
And if there's nothing to stop him doing so, he starts to withdraw - and then push himself just as carefully back in. ]
[ He's trying to relax. He really is. But there's a huge gap between trying to relax and actually relaxing, and Inigo hasn't quite reached the latter yet. How is he even supposed to in this position, when he can feel Tidus sliding into him further and further? At least Inigo isn't giving enough resistance to make the process hard, especially with the aid of the lube, but it's still entirely overwhelming in a way that would never allow him to fully relax.
There's no verbal protest to anything. He wants this. Even though all of this is so much, there's no denying that it feels good at the same time, especially once Tidus starts moving in him. Rather than just a gasp, it manages to fully draw a moan out of Inigo, in a way that embarrasses him - judging by his expression, anyway. ]
Tidus.. [ He starts, before being interrupted by a hasty breath as he feels the other move even more.
Still, Inigo realises very well that the other might take it as him trying to protest, or slow down, and he doesn't want that at all, so he forces himself to speak on. ]
.. closer. [ Even if it's hard to fully voice what he wants to say in this state. ] I want to touch you..
[ It sinks through his whole body, that moan elicited. A moan that Tidus wants to hear more of, but Inigo is speaking first, a name that makes him wonder if he needs to pause. Or is it following that sound? Eyes resting on Inigo, waiting in a way that's more of a struggle than ever before.
Closer.
--ah. It takes a good second to do that, even if he only really needs to lean his weight forward, to find a new place for his arms, his elbows. But it's fussy with your dick inside a guy, a hand coming to press to the side of a thigh until he can get himself moderately comfortable.
He's not completely leaning level with Inigo's face, but it's close enough; and with his weight supported, he dips his face to leave a kiss on the side of Inigo's jaw, chaste. His hips twitching, and rocking forward some in impatience, though he's trying to behave for Inigo's own next move. ]
Is this good? [ he whispers quietly, meaning the position - or meaning it all, in reality. ]
[ It's said quickly, more air than words. Already starting to get slightly delirious at the sensation of all of this, Inigo quickly repeats himself without even really thinking about it, like his mouth is just running itself at this point. ]
Yeah, yeah..
[ His arms reach out, wrapping themselves around Tidus's shoulders, touching the skin of his back. His mouth moves to meet Tidus's own in a kiss while it's still leaning close. It's a little sloppy though, with nearly no control behind it.
Inigo moans again, and his eyes seem like they're starting to grow slightly wet. ]
[ They're both vulnerable messes, Tidus wanting this, yet no less confident that he's doing the right thing, that they're not just making a mess of everything here, somehow. Even with Inigo's moans, the repeated muttering; Tidus's own breath catching on his voice, his shoulders lowering with his head, leaving it to the other guy to give the kisses he wants. ]
Inigo...
[ He wants to say more, something else, but there's no words he knows to offer than to slowly continue to move his hips. Giving them both what they want, shy at the same time at much nearer his face is to Inigo's, not able to meet his eyes for more than a fleeting glance. Unless he's given reason to look back, then he won't ignore Inigo, dipping his head by the side of his regardless, as if in some kind of show of embrace that doesn't require his arms to come about the other guy.
All the while continue to fuck him, his speed gradually rising, his breathing shortening. The fact of where they are, everything that had been taking place not so long before lost somewhere else in his mind.
Now, all he wants is to feel himself inside Inigo, to hear his moans as he presses and holds himself deep in, teeth lightly biting on the side of shoulder they can reach. ]
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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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You want me - now? [ That is definitely a question, no tease under the fluster of it. Perhaps a hint of hope in it, Tidus very suddenly ready to get to the next stage of this. Adding, if to give some reassurance (a reason why right now would be very okay): ] I'll go slow - I'll add more lube too.
[ Even if he wants to rush now, they don't need to rush in the act. And oh geez, please don't let him be uncool and finish quick, either...!!! ]
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[ It's almost more breath than a word, but still audible enough to be obvious confirmation. Tidus hardly even had to add the last bit, really - Inigo's answer would have been the same regardless.
But what Tidus adds does help Inigo see a bit of Tidus's feelings too. He wants to move on to it as well, to a point where he was gently trying to convince - reassure - Inigo that it'd be okay.
It feels a little less dumb and embarrassing as long as he knows he's not the only one really into the idea. ]
I don't.. say that to just anyone. [ It's a joke.
Probably. It's hard to tell with how breathy Inigo's tone is, interrupted by uneven breath, but he meant it as a joke. Maybe to, in turn, also convince Tidus it's really okay. ]
I really want this.. [ His hand squeezes Tidus's shoulder. ] Right now.
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He takes plenty, small and quiet, the motions of his fingers easing to a stop before then slowly being drawn out. Residue sticks with him, a heat from Inigo's body; and the eyes that had watched Inigo's face in their exchange turning away so he can concentrate. Lube, that's still out on the couch by his knee, and it's the packet of condoms he has to get out. A fussiness he doesn't really want to deal with as nervous hands fumble to open it, to take out one of the squares.
This isn't the first he's tried one of these on, but it's not just for curiosity's sake this time. Desire and nerves are a strange mixture, all the lust that had been driving him forward now making room for insecurities: if he's going to be any good, will it be alright? Will he disappoint Inigo, 'cause he really doesn't want to do that--
Tidus tries to swat away the thoughts as he drips more of lube over his covered cock, spreading it over. A sadder thought trying to worm itself into his head - you wanted to do this with Yuna - that stops him from focusing anything that tries to enter his mind. Shuffling forward, trying to get somewhere into a better position; and it's Inigo's lower torso that makes him grab one of the soft pillows from behind him, suggest to Inigo - ] Let me put this under... [ to prop up his ass some more.
His heart is racing, its beating reaching his ears. The hand that had been on the side of the couch now coming to rest somewhere by Inigo's hip as he lines up, pressed the tip of his cock to Inigo's opening. Slowly, slowly...
He won't voice further reassurances, requests of Tell me, if this is okay-- they've gone through that enough times now, and there's nothing else but to push in, feeling as the heat of Inigo's body presses around him back. ]
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But after having had Tidus's fingers inside of him, it's hard to think of anything else. Even though he has to wait for a moment while Tidus prepares himself, the feeling caused by all of it still floats through his mind, blocking out anything else. All Inigo processes is that he moves to help prop that pillow up underneath him, his body shifting, and then a moment later he can feel the other entering him.
And this part is new. Everything before this has still been something Inigo has experience with, even if it's with himself rather than another guy. But that leaves this to truly be the first time he's had anything like this in him, and it's--
It's so much.
He whines when Tidus enters him, audible even though it's brief. It's something he can't surpress in time, because otherwise he wouldn't have voiced it, wouldn't want Tidus to worry that something is wrong here, because-- nothing is wrong. Or so Inigo thinks, anyway. He has no idea what's supposed to feel wrong or right here, all he knows is that this feels like much. Like so much.
So much that his hands move to grip onto the sofa, its material bunching up underneath his clawing fingers. ]
D-Don't worry, keep going. [ He finally manages to force out, his voice tight. ] It's fine, I.. I'm just..
[ Just adjusting. Inigo's eyes fall shut, sweat already starting to form on his brow. ]
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Just- relax, [ he reminds Inigo, the one thing he knows about any of this, that Inigo needs to be at ease, experiencing the way before when Inigo's muscles had clenched around his fingers. He isn't quite sure if Inigo is or isn't clenched now, but he waits for a moment, then continues - getting in the head of his cock, his fingers holding and guiding his shaft. Hoping he used enough lube, hoping this won't end up uncomfortable. But none of his hopes and worries being an amount to make him stop, eyes glancing over at Inigo's face.
He already feels the desire to thrust, but there's no way he can yet. His lips pinch, rolling together, and he enters some more; willing to stop if Inigo speaks up and asks for a second, and does so anyway if he hears the other guy make a sound. Just in case.
Until he can't keep a hold of himself any longer, no space for his hand. Tidus starts to place it on Inigo's thigh until he moves it to rest next to it instead. Eyes now more on Inigo, evaluating.
And if there's nothing to stop him doing so, he starts to withdraw - and then push himself just as carefully back in. ]
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There's no verbal protest to anything. He wants this. Even though all of this is so much, there's no denying that it feels good at the same time, especially once Tidus starts moving in him. Rather than just a gasp, it manages to fully draw a moan out of Inigo, in a way that embarrasses him - judging by his expression, anyway. ]
Tidus.. [ He starts, before being interrupted by a hasty breath as he feels the other move even more.
Still, Inigo realises very well that the other might take it as him trying to protest, or slow down, and he doesn't want that at all, so he forces himself to speak on. ]
.. closer. [ Even if it's hard to fully voice what he wants to say in this state. ] I want to touch you..
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Closer.
--ah. It takes a good second to do that, even if he only really needs to lean his weight forward, to find a new place for his arms, his elbows. But it's fussy with your dick inside a guy, a hand coming to press to the side of a thigh until he can get himself moderately comfortable.
He's not completely leaning level with Inigo's face, but it's close enough; and with his weight supported, he dips his face to leave a kiss on the side of Inigo's jaw, chaste. His hips twitching, and rocking forward some in impatience, though he's trying to behave for Inigo's own next move. ]
Is this good? [ he whispers quietly, meaning the position - or meaning it all, in reality. ]
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[ It's said quickly, more air than words. Already starting to get slightly delirious at the sensation of all of this, Inigo quickly repeats himself without even really thinking about it, like his mouth is just running itself at this point. ]
Yeah, yeah..
[ His arms reach out, wrapping themselves around Tidus's shoulders, touching the skin of his back. His mouth moves to meet Tidus's own in a kiss while it's still leaning close. It's a little sloppy though, with nearly no control behind it.
Inigo moans again, and his eyes seem like they're starting to grow slightly wet. ]
It feels.. feels good like this..
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Inigo...
[ He wants to say more, something else, but there's no words he knows to offer than to slowly continue to move his hips. Giving them both what they want, shy at the same time at much nearer his face is to Inigo's, not able to meet his eyes for more than a fleeting glance. Unless he's given reason to look back, then he won't ignore Inigo, dipping his head by the side of his regardless, as if in some kind of show of embrace that doesn't require his arms to come about the other guy.
All the while continue to fuck him, his speed gradually rising, his breathing shortening. The fact of where they are, everything that had been taking place not so long before lost somewhere else in his mind.
Now, all he wants is to feel himself inside Inigo, to hear his moans as he presses and holds himself deep in, teeth lightly biting on the side of shoulder they can reach. ]
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