[ 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. ]
No; I'd get you to take back something more useful than that!
[ Please!! But Tidus isn't that interested to continue to explain the positives of how storable your own foldable treadmill and/or cycling machine can be (for just the low low price of--!), and he stands on his feet, socks and shoes on, dressed.
And looking close to ready, by those arm stretches of his he's doing. (And don't forget the knee crunches, either!!) ]
Not thinking of running, are ya?
[ So he taunts, but this isn't all that Tidus is thinking about either, now as he's standing there doing his prep exercises, thankful that he has them to occupy him. Then again, is it too goofy? Too silly? With what they were just doing moments ago, is it awkward?
But Tidus doesn't want to slip out and show any of the thoughts now stirring about in his head, a grin with teeth on display, a cocky confidence. ]
[ Inigo does look like he's thinking of running for a moment.
But for one, yes, that might be pretty awkward considering everything that passed just now. And then there's also the fact that he's entirely convinced that Tidus would just run after him, and it'd create an even bigger circus performance for everyone on the train to marvel at.
.. And maybe he's a little worried about his ability to run right after that, too.
Yet he still manages to force out, glancing between Tidus and the door: ]
Can I still pick between the running machine and this?
Inigo, what kind of guy would I be not to carry back the birthday boy to his room?
[ There's just a touch of exaggeration there, a whole lot of a smirk; a tone that only dips more into it with the widening edges of his smile as he adds, with a tilt of his head, a hand thoughtfully under his chin: ]
Maybe I'll even need to carry you anyway, after what we got up to.
[ Inigo gasps, both of his hands moving to cover his butt over his pants. ]
I'm fine!
[ Says the guy who really looks like he's wincing a little the moment his hands touched his rear end.. Look, it's okay. It's cool. He'll sleep on his side tonight, it's fine. He didn't underestimate this at all.
He might be taking a step backwards, away from Tidus. And away from arms that could suddenly grab him. ]
[ Tidus laughs, not catching anything worrying, only the way that Inigo reacts. It's dumb and makes him feel bashful to be joking about, but he keeps that well inside, nevertheless making the slow approach towards Inigo. ]
Okay, but let me try it in here, at least? I won't drop you. Promise! If you just grab me around the neck, and I go for the legs...
[ Inigo isn't the most comfortable about doing this, is he.
...but the guy ended up with his back to the wall with a shy expression like that is more charming to Tidus than concerning. The weak request of someone who knows there's nowhere to go; and Tidus is more adamant than before to do a good job, but right now with him like that...
He steps in close to Inigo, a mirror, hands coming to rest lightly on his sides, his smile turning a touch more coy. Teasing. ]
[ It's surprisingly more serious - or perhaps, better said, less dramatic - than a moment ago. Even though he's acting awfully shy and awkward about this whole thing, there's no doubt about this fact, even in this situation. He trusts Tidus.
And if the other just wants to do it in here, then.. well, it can't really hurt, right?
So Inigo slowly moves his arms, though he doesn't rest them on Tidus's sides the way the other is doing to him.
Instead he moves to wrap them around his neck, just like Tidus asked him to. ]
Just a lil? [ Tidus asks as if confirming, but he's not being serious; but his arms are as they move down, Inigo's already clasped around him, so Tidus takes his own into position. One to the backs of his knees, the other around his back along his waist.
This won't be the first time he's carried someone in his arms, but it will be someone of Inigo's stature. ] Move in? [ He requests, as his arms press to take Inigo's weight into their hold, back hunching for the ultimate test.
[ This is going to be a disaster - that's the last thought that shoots through Inigo's mind before he starts clinging on more tightly to Tidus, trying to move along to make it at least a little bit easier for the other to pick him up--
Except then Tidus is moving to do the actual scooping up, and he can already start to hear the strain on the other.
Now that's not a great sign. It sounds like Tidus might break his back. ]
Uh.. [ Bro. ] You sure about this?
[ IT'S NOT SOUNDING GREAT SO FAR, BRO. And you haven't even fully picked him up yet!! ]
[ Okay, so maybe Inigo is a lot heavier than Yuna.
A lot lot heavier than Yuna.
But he's already started, a 'whoa!' escaping him for the surprise package on his hands, but he wants to at least stand with the guy in his arms. Who know this would be one of his many goals in life.
But life throws many surprises at you. ]
I-I'm fine! [ He insists. Okay, the couch is nearby, so if he can just...get Inigo off his feet for a while, then... ]
When I count to three... ...one...! ...two!
[ What's explaining your plans, as he pushes on the back of Inigo's legs, and with that magical number-- ]
--three!
[ He hoists up Inigo into his arms, gritted teeth not stopping all the 'rrrrgghhh!!!!' sounds from escaping, and oh no, is he going to tumble, is he going to knock them into the wall, is he going to manage to turn them around and then just drop them both to the floor anyway-!
Not that he didn't kind of see this coming. If Tidus was already having trouble with the first step, it's like the ending of this would go all that much better. Inigo shrieks as he's fully lifted into the air, only for Tidus to start wobbling back and forth like crazy. ]
Tidus..! Tidus! Tidus, watch out, the do--
[ Too late.
Tidus manages to wobble them right forward into the door, which of course just makes them collapse into a miserable pile of boys.
Is Inigo on top? Is Tidus? No one knows when they're just a mess of limbs. Inigo doesn't even bother to get up yet anyway - sorry if his everything is up in your face, bro - and instead just groans. ]
[ While falls aren't what you consider graceful in the first place, this tumble is an absolute mess of guys and their limbs.
No one is on top when it comes to these pair, though one of Tidus's legs did somehow manage to get under Inigo, along with one of his arms. An arm that appreciates less being crushed between the floor and a butt, and Tidus's head has awkwardly faceplanted into a shoulder.
Until Tidus tilts it away as Inigo's groaning - a dumb chuckle that follows suit into a careless laugh letting itself out of his throat. ]
[ There's a mumble, hard to make out, though it faintly sounds like 'you could say that again' as Inigo rolls over, managing to mostly untangle himself from Tidus. Instead he finds his stomach against the floor. ]
I'm not going to be able to get up for real this time.
[ He's sore, okay! And not just as a joke, he can slowly feel it starting to set in!
Which makes laying here on the floor not exactly the most comfortable of positions.
At least Inigo doesn't sound miserable as he's saying it. Sure, he might not be laughing the way Tidus is, but his statement sounds more like an observation than a complaint. ]
Inigo could have said in any way, and Tidus would be beside him, both legs finally brought close to him; a funny feeling in him that's likely not the result of his less than stellar drop, but just ill-timed.
That is -- to be watching Inigo's position on the floor, acknowledging his too, and what they just got finish doing. And, even if this isn't their first sexual experience together... here they are, being absolute goofs, after having sex. For the first time, both of them; after losing their virginity to each other.
...this is a really not helpful time to start thinking about this, feeling it, experiencing it. Tidus hovering a hand he eventually settles on Inigo's shoulder. Wanting to say more, but instead: ]
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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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[ Please!! But Tidus isn't that interested to continue to explain the positives of how storable your own foldable treadmill and/or cycling machine can be (for just the low low price of--!), and he stands on his feet, socks and shoes on, dressed.
And looking close to ready, by those arm stretches of his he's doing. (And don't forget the knee crunches, either!!) ]
Not thinking of running, are ya?
[ So he taunts, but this isn't all that Tidus is thinking about either, now as he's standing there doing his prep exercises, thankful that he has them to occupy him. Then again, is it too goofy? Too silly? With what they were just doing moments ago, is it awkward?
But Tidus doesn't want to slip out and show any of the thoughts now stirring about in his head, a grin with teeth on display, a cocky confidence. ]
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[ Inigo does look like he's thinking of running for a moment.
But for one, yes, that might be pretty awkward considering everything that passed just now. And then there's also the fact that he's entirely convinced that Tidus would just run after him, and it'd create an even bigger circus performance for everyone on the train to marvel at.
.. And maybe he's a little worried about his ability to run right after that, too.
Yet he still manages to force out, glancing between Tidus and the door: ]
Can I still pick between the running machine and this?
[ :D..? ]
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[ There's just a touch of exaggeration there, a whole lot of a smirk; a tone that only dips more into it with the widening edges of his smile as he adds, with a tilt of his head, a hand thoughtfully under his chin: ]
Maybe I'll even need to carry you anyway, after what we got up to.
[ bow chika wow wow
good dickings ]
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I'm fine!
[ Says the guy who really looks like he's wincing a little the moment his hands touched his rear end.. Look, it's okay. It's cool. He'll sleep on his side tonight, it's fine. He didn't underestimate this at all.
He might be taking a step backwards, away from Tidus. And away from arms that could suddenly grab him. ]
I'm a big b-- guy!
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Okay, but let me try it in here, at least? I won't drop you. Promise! If you just grab me around the neck, and I go for the legs...
[ bro
he's coming. ]
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Oh.
That's his back hidding the wall, isn't it. No more way out. ]
P-Please be gentle about it, at least?
[ How come he's even more of a blushing schoolboy about this than about what they did just now. ]
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...but the guy ended up with his back to the wall with a shy expression like that is more charming to Tidus than concerning. The weak request of someone who knows there's nowhere to go; and Tidus is more adamant than before to do a good job, but right now with him like that...
He steps in close to Inigo, a mirror, hands coming to rest lightly on his sides, his smile turning a touch more coy. Teasing. ]
Don't you trust me to be?
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[ It's surprisingly more serious - or perhaps, better said, less dramatic - than a moment ago. Even though he's acting awfully shy and awkward about this whole thing, there's no doubt about this fact, even in this situation. He trusts Tidus.
And if the other just wants to do it in here, then.. well, it can't really hurt, right?
So Inigo slowly moves his arms, though he doesn't rest them on Tidus's sides the way the other is doing to him.
Instead he moves to wrap them around his neck, just like Tidus asked him to. ]
So don't manhandle me too much.
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This won't be the first time he's carried someone in his arms, but it will be someone of Inigo's stature. ] Move in? [ He requests, as his arms press to take Inigo's weight into their hold, back hunching for the ultimate test.
Of if Tidus can pick up his bro.
(we leave the answer up to the next tag) ]
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Except then Tidus is moving to do the actual scooping up, and he can already start to hear the strain on the other.
Now that's not a great sign. It sounds like Tidus might break his back. ]
Uh.. [ Bro. ] You sure about this?
[ IT'S NOT SOUNDING GREAT SO FAR, BRO. And you haven't even fully picked him up yet!! ]
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A lot lot heavier than Yuna.
But he's already started, a 'whoa!' escaping him for the surprise package on his hands, but he wants to at least stand with the guy in his arms. Who know this would be one of his many goals in life.
But life throws many surprises at you. ]
I-I'm fine! [ He insists. Okay, the couch is nearby, so if he can just...get Inigo off his feet for a while, then... ]
When I count to three... ...one...! ...two!
[ What's explaining your plans, as he pushes on the back of Inigo's legs, and with that magical number-- ]
--three!
[ He hoists up Inigo into his arms, gritted teeth not stopping all the 'rrrrgghhh!!!!' sounds from escaping, and oh no, is he going to tumble, is he going to knock them into the wall, is he going to manage to turn them around and then just drop them both to the floor anyway-!
enjoy the ride, Inigo. ]
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Not that he didn't kind of see this coming. If Tidus was already having trouble with the first step, it's like the ending of this would go all that much better. Inigo shrieks as he's fully lifted into the air, only for Tidus to start wobbling back and forth like crazy. ]
Tidus..! Tidus! Tidus, watch out, the do--
[ Too late.
Tidus manages to wobble them right forward into the door, which of course just makes them collapse into a miserable pile of boys.
Is Inigo on top? Is Tidus? No one knows when they're just a mess of limbs. Inigo doesn't even bother to get up yet anyway - sorry if his everything is up in your face, bro - and instead just groans. ]
I knew this would happen...
[ Now his butt hurts extra. :( ]
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No one is on top when it comes to these pair, though one of Tidus's legs did somehow manage to get under Inigo, along with one of his arms. An arm that appreciates less being crushed between the floor and a butt, and Tidus's head has awkwardly faceplanted into a shoulder.
Until Tidus tilts it away as Inigo's groaning - a dumb chuckle that follows suit into a careless laugh letting itself out of his throat. ]
We're so -- dumb.
[ Look at them.
Look at them both. ]
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I'm not going to be able to get up for real this time.
[ He's sore, okay! And not just as a joke, he can slowly feel it starting to set in!
Which makes laying here on the floor not exactly the most comfortable of positions.
At least Inigo doesn't sound miserable as he's saying it. Sure, he might not be laughing the way Tidus is, but his statement sounds more like an observation than a complaint. ]
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Inigo could have said in any way, and Tidus would be beside him, both legs finally brought close to him; a funny feeling in him that's likely not the result of his less than stellar drop, but just ill-timed.
That is -- to be watching Inigo's position on the floor, acknowledging his too, and what they just got finish doing. And, even if this isn't their first sexual experience together... here they are, being absolute goofs, after having sex. For the first time, both of them; after losing their virginity to each other.
...this is a really not helpful time to start thinking about this, feeling it, experiencing it. Tidus hovering a hand he eventually settles on Inigo's shoulder. Wanting to say more, but instead: ]
Thanks for going along with it with me.
[ And then, after a beat: ]
How about a ride on my back?
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