blitzcheer | ( voidtrecker ) inbox

[ 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. ]

[ Hah. ] What, I do you that good? You gonna be feeling it for a week?

[ So much for his 'nooo stop you're embarrassing meee' position just moments ago; now Tidus is the one teasing the both of them, bringing up the arm he had dangling across Inigo's chest so he can nudge him with his hand. ]

You need me to carry you to bed? Hide out in there 'til mission time?

[ DID HE DICK YOU SO GOOD, INIGO?? ]

[ .. is he going to be feeling this for a week?

Probably not, right. That's the instinctive and initial answer coming from Inigo's mind, but there's always a 'what if' living there too. This is the first time he's done this sort of thing, how is he supposed to know?!

That thought does manage to make a blush raise to his cheeks, though Inigo clears his throat, trying to force it down as he lays there. ]

You couldn't carry me back there if you tried.

[ BRO. BRO. Them's fighting words! ]

[ 'You couldn't carry me back there if you tried.'

Oh. Oh. ]

That's what you think. [ HEH HEH HEH. ] Wanna try it? Soon as we get up to go. From the doors to our room door.

[ BRO YOU INVITED THIS. Tidus sounds ready (for being butt naked). ]

You're not going to.

[ At least Inigo sounds pretty confident about this one. He's not falling for this joke, bro!

.. b-because it is a joke. Even once they are dressed. Right. Bro. Dude. ]

We're naked. And also gross. I don't know which is worse. [ Considering the specific kind of grossness going on here. ]

Once we get dressed. [ Please, bro! ] I'm not walking anywhere butt naked for no one! But once we're dressed...

[ He slips his arm back out some he can find some place to press his hand under some part of Inigo. His shoulder works, while Tidus inches his face towards the other guy's. With a devilish grin.

Hiiii. ]

All the way to our room.

[ be afraid ]

[ He's joking, right.

He's joking, right. ]

You wouldn't do that in front of everyone! Not even with clothes on! [ BRO, what won't people think?!

(They'll think Inigo and Tidus are up to their usual shenanigans, that's what.)

He's definitely squirming a little when he feels that hand. ]

Do you have any idea how many people would see us?!

[ Tidus - using the arm under him to prop him up - raises his upper body, just to give him enough height so he can hover over Inigo; a daring expression to meet the other guy with as he taunts slyly, exaggeratedly: ]

Afraid to be caught in the arms on another man?

[ Bro. He can even pretend to be putting that other hand under Inigo more, as if preparing to pick him up right here-! ]

[ Bro. Please. As if Inigo is afraid of that part. Being carried in Tidus's arms sounds exactly like a dumb romantic fantasy he'd have.

No, he's more worried that it'll embarrass Tidus, but he can't say that out loud, because it'd totally take away the - obvious - joking mood hanging over this joke. He can see it in the look on the other guy's face.

He swallows thickly, looking up at the face no hovering over his own. ]

N-No! [ Squeak. ] I'm afraid you will get startled, drop me, and then break my spine!

Or I'll knock your head on the way through to the next cabin! [ Also very likely. ]

But it's fiiine, I won't drop you! Or hit you! [ Tidus doesn't lose his height, but is instead trying to increase it as- ] We should get cleaned up and see how this goes. Let's see if I can pick you up!

[ Someone is now INVESTED. And that someone has the brains to make those cleaning wipes he swiped from Kamakan appear from his band. Bro, just gotta put a hand on your shoulder and find a place to put his leg... right between yours. It's okay, we're minding the junk!! ]

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