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[ 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...!!! ]

Yeah.

[ 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 a breath.

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. ]

Yeah.

[ 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..

[ 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. ]

[ At first there's still some worries. Inigo wonders if he should touch himself, but then again, just Tidus's movement inside of him feels so good already, and maybe it's since it's just that good or maybe it's since he's just that turned on by this whole situation, but he feels like just having Tidus rock back and forth inside of him like this would be enough to finish him. And is that-- Is that okay? Is it too embarrassing, to come untouched, like he's just that desperate?

But the further this goes on, the less worries there are. It's like his mind - for once - is growing entirely blank. All he can think about is Tidus's body so close to his own, the feeling of the other's skin, Tidus's scent-- like it's just them, like there's not even any world left around them.

Inigo's moans are starting to rise, and it makes him latch onto Tidus even tighter. ]

Tidus, I-- [ It's so hard to talk like this, but he feels like he ought to communicate, like he should at least say something rather than surprise the other, even if his speech is constantly interrupted by gasps and moans. ] I think I.. I'm so.. so close..

[ All his earlier fears and worries are melting with the momentum he builds. The thrusts inside of Inigo, the moans that make him more concerned he could come the second he hears them; their minds not so different in this moment. Two guys made out of want, heat rising throughout Tidus's body, and the worries of when he might come all that's left there.

So he's glad when he hears Inigo speak up first. Not unaware of what Inigo's been doing, or guessing as much, though he never took the time to confirm. Tidus plants feverish kisses along the skin of Inigo's neck, speaking between: ] Do it- I wanna feel it- I'm close too.

[ And he wants to experience both results: of what it feels to release inside Inigo, even with the condom around him; and what it'd feel like with Inigo reaching orgasm. Will he feel it? Will he tense around him? ]

Go on, [ he eggs Inigo on, mouthed around a kiss to his temple. ]

[ Maybe Inigo was just that close already, or maybe it's the part of him that wants to please others just a little bit too much, but he climaxes practically right after those words reach his ears. Like permission to do so, just some egging on, was all he needed to get there.

He comes with Tidus's moaned name on his lips, his hand moving down to make sure to milk himself dry, not even really thinking about the fact that he's releasing himself all over Tidus's stomach with how close the two of them are right now.

His everything tenses - including his nether regions, making him clench around Tidus, tighter than any moment before. ]

[ He wants to move so badly. So badly, when Inigo tightens around him, though his immediate reaction is one of a short panic, kept luckily inside. But Tidus is left on the verge of finishing himself, being teased by this pressure. Waiting for Inigo to come down from his own height, before having to deal with the difficult problem of a decision.

Resuming as he was doesn't seem like the smartest idea (or really, he just wants to be cautious, and not inconsiderate), but what about pulling out? The sooner the better, Tidus thinks, even if thoughts of what he'll do then - cum where? - are far more of a hassle than he wants to be dealing with.

But one thing at a time. The stickiness on him isn't as big of a problem, once he's sure that a decent amount of time has passed (for this, anyway). As he feels the walls around his dick loosen, Tidus starts - slowly - to pull out, shuffling slowly so he can come to sit on his knee still on the couch.

It's ok bro, you can just enjoy yourself there. Tidus has a few things to figure out here now. ]

[ At first it's hard to even notice that Tidus is struggling with a decision here. After all, it sure is a high that Inigo is having over here, and it makes it hard to notice much of anything for a few moments. He can't even think, like his mind has gone totally blank.

By the time it returns, he has absolutely no idea how much time has passed. It's like he was in a pure haze for a few moments, and even now he still feels a little light in the head as he looks over at Tidus, realising the sudden strange emptiness he's feeling and realising the other pulled out. ]

Tidus...

[ He hasn't climaxed yet himself, right? Probably, maybe? It's possible that it happened while Inigo was totally gone from existence for a few moments there, but Inigo can't see cum anywhere in or on the condom, so that can't be it.

Is the other waiting for something? Thinking? Inigo doesn't know, and he sure isn't in the position to think very hard about it, so he just reaches out to tug on Tidus's arm with his hand, sloppily and lazily, and blurts out the first thing that comes to mind. ]

Tidus, you should.. too.. [ Okay, maybe it's not the most coherent, but he's trying. ] Do you want to cum on me..?

[ Is that why he's still waiting like that?? Look, he's just trying to figure this out here. ]

Or in me..?

[ Wow bro, please don't call him out for not cumming yet! He's in the process of unrolling the condom from him, a new enough experience for him to have to deal with. And he's aware that they're in a space that'll be used by other people to think about where he drops it, before he gets tugged by Inigo, asked to give him attention. ]

Uh- we should be safe. [ You know. About the cumming inside thing, though not because he just took off the condom. Tidus crawls back over Inigo however, the pace diving him the length that his arms hold him up. His eyes on Inigo's face, and he's making his most well-behaved look as he leans his head down. ]

Would you finish me off? [ He gives him a peck on the lips, then another. ] Please?

[ pretty please with candy floss on top]

[ It's not even as if Tidus has to ask him so politely. There's no way Inigo is leaving this room without making sure that the other was able to finish as well - this whole deal wouldn't be fair otherwise, even if it's just happening as a birthday gift to Inigo in the first place.

Though it does make it easier that Tidus has gotten closer again, because Inigo isn't too sure if he would have been able to sit up so easily. It feels like he's going to be sore as heck in the morning, but for now he's still going to enjoy the feeling he's slowly coming down from.

There's no verbal answer. Inigo just moves one of his hands down onto Tidus's dick, starting to move his hand along the shaft, and then places his other hand on the back of Tidus's head so he can pull the other even closer into a more intense - and more sloppy - kiss than the pecks Tidus himself was giving him.

He doesn't bother to go slow. He starts at a quick pace and keeps it up, intending on drawing Tidus close to the edge as quickly as possible. ]

[ Tidus doesn't resist. That's the last thing he wants to do, taking those sloppy kisses and sinking his tongue deeper into a kiss that he takes over, so Inigo can keep pumping at his dick. Attention that the other guy doesn't need to give for long as a groan rumbles up Tidus's throat, and between their mouths, the last bit he needed to finally finish being received, and cum spilling out.

He holds their kiss in that moment before eventually pulling away, to rest his head against the side of Inigo's neck; his lips close enough to it, but they don't press in for any gesture. The moment taken for him to get back his breath, for the sensation that spreads through him to sink back into a calm.

But Tidus does bring his hand close to the other side of Inigo's head to him. A little fumbling, not sure of what he's doing exactly himself, but managing to brush a thumb along the side of his temple, his fingers resting in his hair.

now's the time where they have to

talk eventually.

But Tidus realises (somehow) that he's the one who has them trapped in their current situation, lifting his head with a bit of a shy sideway glance, but- ]

Did you-- wanna sit up?

[ d-do you want him to move bro ]

[ b-bro

Somehow this almost feels harder than the entire rest of the experience. Because Inigo doesn't want to screw it up now by saying something dumb or embarrassing, or something that'd make Tidus feel weird. But at the same time it's not like he can just say nothing either.

So he speaks up, even though he can feel himself fumbling with his words as he does so. His own voice almost sounds foreign to his own ears. ]

Uh.. I-- I guess we should soon, but.. maybe another moment..

[ Is this comfortable, trapped on a couch?

Not really. But there's something vaguely comfortable about the heat of Tidus's body so close to his own. ]

.. if that's okay with you too.

[ ...actually, kind of hovering over Inigo like this would be pretty weird, and maybe Tidus doesn't want to do that, examining the space they have. There's Inigo, but... ]

Wait... if we move this-

[ He means the cushion that's resting against the back cushion of the sofa, and it makes a pretty slim space, but if Inigo doesn't mind, Tidus tries to slowly shuffle himself into it, saying- ]

Can I just...squeeze in here?

[ like he's already trying but you can stop him if you want, Inigo!!

(please don't make him hover over you, he'll whine, being squished together will be much better) ]

[ Don't worry, bro. Inigo is already on the case.

Not that there's much of a case to be on - a sofa is only so big, after all, and Inigo can only scoot over so much and still ensure neither of them is at risk of falling off this sofa in the dumbest move ever. ]

You're okay like this?

[ It's still said softly. And not just volume-wise, but feelings-wise. Inigo is all soft and squishy (or rather, even moreso than usually) after all this. ]

It's not too uncomfortable?

[ Tidus chucks off the cushion to fit himself in, squeeze between one sofa and Inigo. 'It's not too uncomfortable?' Inigo asks, and Tidus can't help the small laugh that comes out of him. ]

It's like being stuck on those beds again! [ And how the two of them would always have to squish up on those. He's got one arm trapped directly under him, while he lets the other flop out across Inigo's chest. ]

We're all gross and messy.

[ Pointed out with a grin, and Tidus is feeling much the same as he did on the night they first jerked each other off: naked and exposed, in two very different ways.

...and more likely to get a neck cramp, here. ]

Think we'll get kicked out like this?

[ please stop blabbering, Tidus. ]

If that happens, I'm going to break a window and hurl myself out into the void. [ THANKS.

He doesn't even want to consider the idea and how awful it'd be. Having to make their way back to their room from here while naked and messy.. It'd be a total nightmare. It's only the fact that his body feels like it's made out of nothing but jelly that keeps him from fully freaking out at the idea.

At least having the least sexy possible aftertalk feels kind of normal after last time. ]

.. this was a pretty good birthday present though.

[ Does it also have to be an embarrassing aftertalk? Because that's how it's already becoming with Inigo giving this 'birthday present' some props. Tidus wants to bury his head, only manging to tilt it some, and regardless- ]

At least we got some cleaning wipes this time. [ THANKS, KAMAKAN. If only he'd use the condom to finish in - but, Inigo's hand was a pretty nice way to finish too. He shifts some, sloowly putting more of his weight on Inigo's side. Don't mind him, just getting comfy... ]

Don't ask me for anything else.

[ There's such a careful balance happening here. Inigo shifts a little to accomodate the weight that's leaning against him, but one wrong shift and he'll definitely be falling off the sofa here - and Tidus probably along with him, considering Inigo might try to latch on.

But right now? They're still in the safe zone.

For now. ]

What else could I even ask you for? [ Please. ] I think another round might have killed me.

[ You better bury that face, boy. ]

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