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. ]
[ 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.
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... ]
[ 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.
[ 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?
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. ]
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.
[ 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!! ]
If you don't watch out, you'll drop me on the floor right now!
[ You know, with this precarious balance they're having on the sofa here. One that's turning even more dangerous as Tidus moves his leg like that. This is a true masterful balancing act, especially since Inigo can just feel the balance shift.
They're still good so far though.
For now. ]
Why do you want to do that so badly now?! [ There's a pause, and then, almost as an afterthought: ] Give me one too. [ A wipe, he means. Brooo, he doesn't want to be all sticky. :( ]
[ He pulls out a few of the wipes and drops them on Inigo's chest for him, sits the packet down on the side near his arm anyway, a few wipes swiped for him too. Time to clean up this messs. ]
You wanna stay squished up in here? We can lay about in our own bed! It's actually spacious. [ Which he's still astonished about, still now. ] And we can set it to a pretty flower field or look at the stars if you wanna enjoy the mood.
[ like a real lovey dovey couple, except, u know. It's just teasing on Tidus's part, but he's moving down Inigo's legs, giving one a light slap - 'lift them!' - so he can actually sit down properly, find his underwear. ]
[ There's a bit of a grumble as Inigo tries to untangle their forms enough for both of them to be able to sit up on the couch, rather than lay there together like some sort of mashed up together boys heap. (No, h-he's not groaning when he sits up and senses the sudden pressure on his butt, t-that's just your imagination!!) ]
It's not the getting to our room part I was talking about. [ Please, he was already planning on them doing this in their room in the first place! It sure would have meant less trouble with putting all clothes back on and looking presentable enough to move through the train corridors, for one.
But Inigo is already getting to work at cleaning himself up over here. ]
It's the carrying part. I thought you'd get embarrassed.
[ Sorry that Tidus isn't taking the time to be a romantic squished up potato with you, Inigo. But also, would this exact scenario be happening even if he had those thoughts? ...probably. You must better control ur goofballs.
For now he's scoffing, wiping off the crusty cum from his belly, then using another wipe for his hands. ]
Why would I be embarrassed 'bout carrying someone? [ Oh Inigo, how little you understand guys!! ] You should be embarrassed if I can carry ya!
[ See, this is the true embarrassment, bro! But also, so is sitting around having your limp dick out. Let's fix that. ]
You can always join me for my runs in the morning! Best way to wake up! [ So is the open lie he tells himself. ] And then we go in the kitchen and have a smoothie for breakfast. That's how I should be starting the day.
[ And he's been getting back into the habit since complaining about if he's getting flabby. ]
A treadmill would be good for the train though. Think of a machine that lets you run on the spot. You start with a walking pace, then build up 'til you're running up a sweat! I wonder if I can buy one...
[ Don't mind Tidus and his very sexy fitness talk here, bro. ]
DOn't mind Inigo over here. Just pulling his pants back on now he's clean. It's going a little bit slower than usually since he is definitely starting to feel sore over here, though he's trying to not mention that part out loud. And perhaps be a little subtle about it while he's getting dressed. ]
Why does your world have machines that force you to run?!
[ Zanarkand truly is a dystopian future. A nightmare. ]
This sort of talk is just going to make me miss Ylisse. [ Even if it has no ice cream.
Hey! You wouldn't have to leave your castle to get a jog! And if it was raining? No problem - get a run in right in your own bedroom!
[ No, Tidus knows he's not putting all the effort into selling it he can, but he's sure he's not really going to sell it anyway, when it's just one of those 'weird machine things'.
He's finally got his own trousers slipped up and on, sits Inigo's shirt next to him on the couch when he finds his and not his own.
What else can he weird out Inigo with... ]
Oh, you know, there's a machine that you sit on and pedal without going anywhere.
HEY REE HEY REE THIS IS A TAG HEY REE ARE YOU GETTING THIS TAG???
[ Inigo just looks at Tidus. It's as if one could see the question marks physically hovering over his head, that's just how confused he looks at the very idea of these machines. Why do people need those? Why can't they just go jog? Who cares about a little bit of rain?! WHY THE PEDALLING?
Even though there are so many questions that he could ask here, Inigo just ends up saying: ]
You think you couldn't just jog down the corridors of the castle? [ Look at him, casually flexing with the size of that building.
Inigo doesn't seem to be too focused on that though, instead looking around him and asking-- ] Have you seen my shirt?
What abo-- here. [ DON'T INTERRUPT HIM FROM THIS CONVERSATION. Tidus shoves the shirt at Inigo, not with any force, but just moving it from the couch to Inigo's lap. ] What about people getting in the way? And what if...you live somewhere tinier than a castle! You can't run any laps inside, say... a hut!
[ A hut! Because Inigo's world must have huts. Huts and castles. ]
[ He's starting to put his shirt back on - if not just because he's had it off just long enough to start to get selfconscious about it.
Not that he isn't talking all the same while pulling the thing down over his head. ]
Are you seriously trying to get me to take a bunch of those machines home with me or something? [ He's not sure if this is the #1 improvement to introduce to Ylisse... But Tidus is slowly starting to sound like a true TV shopping marketeer. ]
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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?
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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. ]
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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.
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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.
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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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[ 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?? ]
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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! ]
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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). ]
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[ 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. ]
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[ 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 ]
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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?!
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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-! ]
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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!
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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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[ You know, with this precarious balance they're having on the sofa here. One that's turning even more dangerous as Tidus moves his leg like that. This is a true masterful balancing act, especially since Inigo can just feel the balance shift.
They're still good so far though.
For now. ]
Why do you want to do that so badly now?! [ There's a pause, and then, almost as an afterthought: ] Give me one too. [ A wipe, he means. Brooo, he doesn't want to be all sticky. :( ]
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You wanna stay squished up in here? We can lay about in our own bed! It's actually spacious. [ Which he's still astonished about, still now. ] And we can set it to a pretty flower field or look at the stars if you wanna enjoy the mood.
[ like a real lovey dovey couple, except, u know. It's just teasing on Tidus's part, but he's moving down Inigo's legs, giving one a light slap - 'lift them!' - so he can actually sit down properly, find his underwear. ]
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It's not the getting to our room part I was talking about. [ Please, he was already planning on them doing this in their room in the first place! It sure would have meant less trouble with putting all clothes back on and looking presentable enough to move through the train corridors, for one.
But Inigo is already getting to work at cleaning himself up over here. ]
It's the carrying part. I thought you'd get embarrassed.
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For now he's scoffing, wiping off the crusty cum from his belly, then using another wipe for his hands. ]
Why would I be embarrassed 'bout carrying someone? [ Oh Inigo, how little you understand guys!! ] You should be embarrassed if I can carry ya!
[ See, this is the true embarrassment, bro! But also, so is sitting around having your limp dick out. Let's fix that. ]
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Because he hears what Tidus is saying, and just as he throws a used wipe to the side, the first thing he pipes up with is: ]
Why should I be embarrassed?! [ Please, who wants to be some burly heavy guy.
He gets up to pick up his pants from where they're laying on the floor, though he turns back just to add-- ]
I can't help it that I'm not always like.. [ He starts mimicking all those workout moves Tidus is always doing.
He knows, bro. He knows what you do!! ]
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You can always join me for my runs in the morning! Best way to wake up! [ So is the open lie he tells himself. ] And then we go in the kitchen and have a smoothie for breakfast. That's how I should be starting the day.
[ And he's been getting back into the habit since complaining about if he's getting flabby. ]
A treadmill would be good for the train though. Think of a machine that lets you run on the spot. You start with a walking pace, then build up 'til you're running up a sweat! I wonder if I can buy one...
[ Don't mind Tidus and his very sexy fitness talk here, bro. ]
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DOn't mind Inigo over here. Just pulling his pants back on now he's clean. It's going a little bit slower than usually since he is definitely starting to feel sore over here, though he's trying to not mention that part out loud. And perhaps be a little subtle about it while he's getting dressed. ]
Why does your world have machines that force you to run?!
[ Zanarkand truly is a dystopian future. A nightmare. ]
This sort of talk is just going to make me miss Ylisse. [ Even if it has no ice cream.
Or cotton candy. ]
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[ No, Tidus knows he's not putting all the effort into selling it he can, but he's sure he's not really going to sell it anyway, when it's just one of those 'weird machine things'.
He's finally got his own trousers slipped up and on, sits Inigo's shirt next to him on the couch when he finds his and not his own.
What else can he weird out Inigo with... ]
Oh, you know, there's a machine that you sit on and pedal without going anywhere.
HEY REE HEY REE THIS IS A TAG HEY REE ARE YOU GETTING THIS TAG???
Even though there are so many questions that he could ask here, Inigo just ends up saying: ]
You think you couldn't just jog down the corridors of the castle? [ Look at him, casually flexing with the size of that building.
Inigo doesn't seem to be too focused on that though, instead looking around him and asking-- ] Have you seen my shirt?
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[ A hut! Because Inigo's world must have huts. Huts and castles. ]
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Not that he isn't talking all the same while pulling the thing down over his head. ]
Are you seriously trying to get me to take a bunch of those machines home with me or something? [ He's not sure if this is the #1 improvement to introduce to Ylisse... But Tidus is slowly starting to sound like a true TV shopping marketeer. ]
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