He's determined to make this a success, sure. He's been planning this for ages now! But maybe all that planning is exactly what's making him nervous now, considering he knows about all the things that could make this go very wrong. Like looking nervous, for one. He's asked Tidus earlier in the day to come to their room a while after dinner for you know what, but the lack of specific timing on this train thanks to the lack of regular clocks leaves Inigo with so much time to prepare that he ends up having a little bit too much time - forced to spend the rest of the time with trying to get the nerves out, by screaming and jumping.
Is it working? He's not sure.
What he is sure of, however, is that he stops any and all shenanigans the moment he hears the sound of someone right there outside the door. He nervously smoothes his hair, his clothes, before quickly turning towards the door and stepping towards it the moment he can hear it open.
And when it is open, Inigo immediately latches onto Tidus's hand, drawing him in enough to make the door fall closed behind him. It leaves the initial moment startling, sure, but Inigo doesn't seem to move after that. He just stands there, one hand still holding on to Tidus's wrist - giving the other a moment to actually take a good look at him.
Since there's a lot to see. Inigo did put on his dancer outfit, as promised, but it's not the only thing. There's a tiara nestled in his hair, makeup around his eyes in dark blues and golds, and stick on jewelry in similar hues on his stomach, accentuating his belly button.
Inigo still feels deadly nervous, but he's trying so hard to not show it. So hard. Tidus likes it when he's confident. It's what this look demands. ]
Hey, handsome.
[ At least he manages. He's shoving these nerves so far down in order to flash the other a charming smile. Inigo may even have tried using the lamps they stole took from places as mood lighting. ]
I believe it was my turn to show you a good time tonight.
Tidus isn't entirely dense, at least. The request surprises him initially, but only briefly, the times they get together less of a scheduled event as are an in-the-moment occurrence. But maybe Inigo's in the mood, and Tidus isn't unwilling, with most of his early day spent on middling swimming requests between him and Gibbs than anything strenuous.
Gibbs, who he lets go off to play with Rannygazoo and Jumblie either, since he and Inigo have some things to do, so uhh -- you guys go wherever.
Regardless, Tidus's own apprehensions are low. There's some nerves in him of possibly getting the wrong idea, but they're minimal at best; the thought of going back to their room and kissing turning easily into an appetising one, and he even eats a small dinner so he isn't so full when he gets back. That's what the arms band is for - to put his leftovers into, so he can eat his another day.
(Or just forget half a plate of curry in there.)
Suffice to say, Tidus came to their room with few expectations. Maybe the thought of Inigo waiting on the bed, shy-faced but playing it down, giving a quip about keeping him waiting. Or he's not even in there, and Tidus has picked a bad time, which, whatever - that's what magazines are for. Or Inigo's handheld console, since he doesn't play it, and Seto has his right now to make a gaming console.
None of this comes to be. Instead, as soon as Tidus starts into the room, he's dragged in quicker, the door closed and Tidus's brain and vision taking a moment to catch up. He blinks, and his eyes then widen when he spots the incredibly out of place sight of -- Inigo? Inigo, dressed up to the tens and beyond, and - is that make up? Is that a...crown?
Tidus stares incredulously, eyes fixing onto Inigo's when he calls him handsome; cheeks warming, and he'd almost forgotten how good Inigo looks in that outfit, but this is... ]
I... um...
[ He feels so underdressed. Should he do something? He searches for anything to say, but neither his mouth nor brain want to work.
Say something, say something! ('Why are you dressed this good for this? Is this a practice date you're trying on me?')
He swallows against a drying throat, and forcing the thought thing to come out-- ]
[ His brain is working overtime after he's done talking. Because he can see that Tidus is looking at him. He can see that the other is surprised, but it's not like being surprised under these circumstances can only mean one thing. Is it a good kind of surprised? Does Tidus think he looks good? Or is he just baffled by Inigo's choice to dress up, even though it looks ridiculous?
Inigo has no idea which it is, even as Tidus speaks up. Is that him being flustered, or just him trying to say something nice in order to not hurt Inigo's feelings?!
There's no way to know for sure, and Inigo is working so, so hard over here to force down any and all nervous feelings. Don't show it. Don't show it. You'll ruin it! ]
You noticed? [ He says, managing to keep his tone light - and even followed up by a slight laugh, like he thinks the statement is rather amusing.
His hand slowly releases its grip on Tidus's wrist, but it's so he can instead push his hands against the other's chest for a moment, before moving them higher up, landing on Tidus's shoulders.
It feels terrifying to speak on, but it's not like there's a way back now. Either he's already ruined it, or he's got to complete the act. ]
Well.. [ He smiles, his cheeks slightly pink, but his expression not too shy. Instead it's more inviting than anything else, the makeup making his eyelashes look a bit longer. ] I wanted to look nice for you, you know.
[ Ugh. He said something so dumb, didn't he? He can feel the embarrassment go deeper than just his skin, a knot in his stomach for how dumbfounded he feels. More dumbfounded, when those hands settle on him, moving up to his shoulders; brushing nothing but the fabric of his cotton hoodie, unzipped, but even the trail of his fingers are recognisable in where they go.
I want to look nice for you, you know.
Why? A tiny voice asks in him, but this time, Tidus doesn't let out the first one to find itself. Lips parting to a small bumbling sound, a laugh that doesn't quite form, the tug upward of his lips. ]
I can't get you to dress up for yourself, but you go to all this to impress me? [ 'I wanted to look nice for you' -- 'I dressed up to meet you.' A memory, vague and faint; the good-looking fans who'd meet him in the crowds, flirting, the way it'd make him tongue-tied in the moment. His eyes shift away constantly, small shy side-glances where he's unsure of himself, but keeping a smile pressed onto his face. ]
You should've shown yourself off - let everyone see how nice you look.
[ Is that what he should be saying? He's in a funny place, unused to this. But he's the one who's always told Inigo he should dress confidently like a dancer, and this is what this is, isn't it? It's just hard to remember, or even realise it at first glance - when someone's greeting you like this. Saying they're dressing up for you. ]
[ Please, don't make him talk about Taiki right now. Inigo will gladly compliment their friend all day long, but this feels like the most inappropriate mood ever to start about him. He'll give him proper credit, okay, just-- just not when he's trying really hard to look sexy!
It's why he's also not saying other things he could have said here. Like the fact that he's too worried to dress like this in front of others. That he trusts Tidus. It all leads back a little bit too much to his insecurities, and he doesn't want to think about those. Not now. Not today.
Instead it seems that Inigo's hands on Tidus's shoulders are starting to dig into said shoulders a little more, trying to pull the other guy just a tad closer towards him while he speaks. ]
But.. am I not getting a compliment for the way I look?
[ Sweet Naga, asking for compliment is terrifying. Especially when he isn't sure if he'll be able to handle even one word like that rolling across Tidus's lips.
B-But he has to do this! He has to be brave. He has to look.. s-sultry! ]
A direct one, I mean. I worked so hard for you, you know.. Are you saying you don't want me like this?
Who did Inigo let see him like this?? That's maybe the better question. Tidus knows that Inigo wouldn't want anyone to see him done up like this, and to even witness it now; it puts a frog in Tidus's throat. He should be cooler than this, but he's so out of his element that he even feels a pang of embarrassed shame when he's called out for not giving a better compliment.
But is it his fault? When Inigo's never like this! When he would have never suspected this? This direct level of flirting- ]
I-- you look great, [ he says earnestly; really, really earnest. ] Amazing, even. I don't know why you worry about how you look.
[ He knows, but he's just letting whatever floods out of his mouth without a second thought. Raises his hands to put to Inigo's, errr...waist? no no, higher, on his sides!
'You didn't have to go through all this trouble,' he wants to say, but that he knows not to. Instead, he says with a sheepish tone he probably isn't going to lose any time soon, his face dipping a little closer with the lowered volume: ] You're making me feel underdressed...
[ Inigo immediately notices the compliments for what they are. So earnest. There's nothing practiced about it, nothing thought through - it's just what's directly in Tidus's heart, and Inigo feels like his insides are on fire at those words. They're all he wanted to hear when he dressed up like this. Even as Tidus points out that he doesn't know why Inigo worries, Inigo himself knows he was worried about this plan the whole time.
But it worked. Tidus really likes how he looks this way. It's flustering, and touching, and a part of Inigo feels like he could absolutely both die and bawl on the spot, but he tries his best to keep himself together. This is his acting performance of a lifetime. He's for sure going to have to scream somewhere later, rather than just in his head like right now.
It's not happening now though. There's no opportunity to do so. This is just the beginning, after all.
A beginning where Inigo lightly laughs at those last words, making sure to not stop looking into the other's eyes. ]
How are you ever underdressed..?
[ Inigo now pulls Tidus closer for real, trying to get that face closer to his own. Closer and closer, until the tips of their noses are practically touching. ]
You're handsome, no matter what you wear. You've been one of the most handsome guys I've ever seen, ever since I first laid eyes on you..
[ He moves closer yet, and it almost seems like he's about to kiss Tidus-- but then he stops. ]
No, we should do this properly, right? [ Inigo remembers what the other wanted, after all. ] You should sit down first.
[ His heart is beating so fast. When Inigo is that close to him, speaking that way, saying what he is with the words brushing against his skin, along his lips; Inigo isn't the only one who feels the want to cry, some small sudden urge inside Tidus. Emotion burns in his throat, knots forming at a rate he's not able to deal with. Flustered, caught off-guard -- and even getting a little frustrated, too.
He readies to speak; to speak against the kiss that he's sure is about to come, before Inigo changes his mind. No, Inigo knows what he's doing - Tidus is sure of that. But his cheeks are burning all the warmer, glad anyway for the opportunity he gets to move around the other guy, a second to gather himself. His hands drop from him, balling briefly into fists, but unfurling by the time he sits on the edge of the bed. He figures Inigo will want him to move farther on, but he needs to speak before they go on, his brows tilted as he looks up at Inigo. ]
Inigo, w-wait, before we go on -- I know this took you a lot of work and that you're really giving this everything, and I don't want you to feel bad! [ He's rushing, yes, he's rushing - because he knows that saying anything like this will make Inigo take it the wrong way, but he knows he won't be able to keep it in, he won't know how to act. ] But, the stuff you're saying... y-you don't have to say things like that, you know? I'm-- I'm really bad at acting! So could we take it... easier?
[ Easier on me? Easier on his heart, that doesn't know how to respond to compliments that sound like confessions. Is he the fan coming back to his favourite dancer? Is this how Inigo wants to be with a guy, a boyfriend? Guilt is already making itself a home inside his gut, and he's hoping desperately this won't go badly - please don't go badly. ]
[ The moment he hears Tidus utter those first words, so desperate and hasty, Inigo stops in his tracks, not fully having reached the spot where Tidus is sitting yet. But he doesn't need to be right in front of the other to feel the full impact of the words all the same. Anxiety sets in instantly, or rather, it's the nerves that were already in the pit of his stomach about this whole thing starting to grow stronger with each and everyone one of Tidus's words, feeling like they're about to reach a fever pitch when the other tells him to not feel bad. Which means he's going to say something that will make Inigo feel bad, or he wouldn't bother adding that disclaimer.
And he does. Not on purpose, obviously. Not in any malicious way. But somehow Tidus manages to say just the perfect words here to hit Inigo right in the heart.
Not even because he's worried that his whole setup here was too much for Tidus. No, it's because.. because he isn't acting. Sure, he's acting more confident about this than he really feels, but what he's saying, the words themselves.. Nothing about it is acted. It's just him being more honest with his feelings than usually.
But Tidus thinks it's just that - an act.
If only Inigo could tell him the truth. Just tell him that none of those words were a lie. But he's a coward, too worried that it will break something between the two of them forever when Tidus realises that Inigo was into him all this time. If he thinks all of this is an act, then.. he must not even be able to imagine it, huh? Actually liking Inigo in a romantic way. It's as hopeless as Inigo thought all along.
The nerves turn into something miserable. Inigo knows that feeling in the pit of his stomach, the one he always gets right before he's about to cry. But he can't let that happen here and now - he can't let Tidus feel like he's making Inigo feel bad, or that he's ruining something here. More than anything, he has to make sure all of this is nice and fun for Tidus. He promised. He can't cry. He thinks about all the moments he's thought that to himself before, all the times in the future where he had to be strong for everyone else's sake. Suck it up, cry later by yourself, he tells himself. ]
[ He manages it, out of pure habit. The same miserable feeling sits in his stomach, but he doesn't cry. He's careful to not even let his expression drop. Maybe his coy smile turns into something different, sure, something smaller and a bit more genuine, but the smile itself is still there. ]
Sorry that I went too far. [ Inigo says, adding a slight shake of his head.
He steps over until he's actually standing in front of where Tidus is sitting, but isn't following up with anything he had in mind. It's a lot - the juggling of his emotions, along with throwing around the whole schedule and plan he had in mind for this whole thing - but he's desperately trying to keep all those plates up. ]
Just tell me what you want then, okay? I promised this to you, after all. So I will go along with whatever you want.
[ There's a panic in Tidus. That he knows, despite his efforts, that he's going to see Inigo become discouraged - so discouraged - and this entire effort is going to go to waste. He's going to see it any second now, and it's a lump in his throat, pained and expanding for the words sitting and waiting to be thrown out to reassure the other even more.
But it doesn't come. Inigo is smiling on, and that might be the more puzzling part, hard for his already worked up brain to think about - but Inigo relents, and he's waiting, standing there, and Tidus's brain is an assortment of thoughts that've been thrown up and scattered, and he's trying to gather it all together now. This - Inigo's efforts, to go along with it, to appreciate absolutely everything about them.
Tidus shifts back more onto the bed, his knees dangling off the corner still. ] Come here, [ he guides gently, gesturing to his lap, voice sincere before anything sexy or commanding. He'll say 'sit' if Inigo is more on his knees when he does come to join Tidus, because when he does - he'll bring his arms around the other's shoulders, bury his head close to his collarbone and neck, taking a breath.
He doesn't know why he feels like this; his soul this pinch vulnerable, a feeling like he might cry in the back of his eyes. Not really, but - it's there, some horrible twisted emotion in his guy.
'You've been one of the most handsome guys I've ever seen, ever since I first laid eyes on you..'
It's stupid, it's so stupid. A stupid small overreaction, and he takes a breath, letting it release. ]
You really do look good in this. [ It's not meant to be a Sorry, but something fond, to make the thought concrete. A chuckle humming in his throat. ] You put all this together for a sexy night, and I'm--
[ Being stupid. The stupidest. What is he even doing now? He brings out his face from hiding, looking at Inigo with his face still painted warm; his arms dropping gently down from near his shoulders and down to his waist, hands joining around the back. ]
Want a do-over? With kissing?
[ He sounds almost shy, playful, soft. Just a very simple guy without a stomach for anything more than the usual. Nevermind his sudden antics when they came back on the train.
Just give his heart a minute to adjust (with kissing), and he'll be in the right mindset. ]
[ Inigo does sit down on the other's lap. Which, to be fair, was what he planned on doing in the first place after sending Tidus over to the bed.. but it was with an entirely different mood in mind. Without this heavy feeling sitting in the pit of his stomach, the one he wants to think about as little as possible right now, since he feels more like crying the more he thinks of it.
He should just stick to what he told Jingyi, he thinks when Tidus moves to hold him. This setup is great because it allows him to pretend. Just like right now, when he's sitting on Tidus's lap, when the other is embracing him in such a vulnerable and emotional way. It's easy to pretend Tidus would like him that way. That he does, right now.
Under no circumstances should he allow himself to get too carried away and think it might be real one day. He should watch what he says carefully.
The only thing that rips him out of those thoughts is Tidus's unfinished sentence. Because Inigo has been hard on himself often enough to know the sound of when someone is about to do so.
Inigo releases a breath before raising his hands, putting them on Tidus's cheeks, thumbs gently stroking the skin there. He hopes this isn't too much, that it won't make Tidus panic all over again. Inigo hopes that maybe the fact that he doesn't sound sultry or coy anymore at all when he speaks up might help. ]
Hey, don't worry so much about it. [ His voice is soft, little above a whisper. But his tone sounds genuine, and more than anything, it sounds like he's trying to comfort the other.
This feels easier. It's so much easier to comfort someone else than to take care of the hurt in his own heart. ]
You're fine, Tidus.. you're doing great. There's no need for do-overs when nothing's ruined in the first place.
[ Inigo leans in a little closer. Keeping his hands on Tidus's cheeks, but now pressing his lips against the other guy's, closing his eyes. ]
[ He wants to argue. Say that it isn't fine, that he's not saying everything's ruined, that he just wants Inigo to know that--
It's dumb. Dumb protests like he needs to reassure Inigo in a way that doesn't get him reassuring him and; and fortunately, it's that nagging in him that he knows to not let break the surface, not leave the bottom of his throat. To accept the lips that come to his, cheeks warm under the press of the palms against them - warmer for them there. Affectionate, kind.
Unsettling his stomach, to have anything like this, even if it's just in friendship. He brings his hands to the back of Inigo's head to keep him into a kiss, lips playing with the ones with his, trying to leave with his friend his gratitude. This might be a night for him, but he wants nothing but to give, give, give. Make up, at least some, for stumbling in this occasion Inigo put together for the pair of them. Pressing the pads of his fingers along hairlines, his forearms becoming comfortable over the tops of the shoulders they have to rest against.
He'll give Inigo his mouth if he wants it, to take their kiss deeper. But then, there's a few things he'd be willing to give Inigo - even if it didn't go along with the idea that led them here tonight. ]
[ Inigo does take the kiss deeper - practically the first opportunity he gets for it. After all, the last thing he wants to do right now is think. He can already feel his thoughts and feelings going into the dumbest places right about now, and he can't keep himself together if he lingers on those too long.
He wants his mind to be empty, to not think of anything. To forget about all this misery, and to just lose himself in the moment.
It's why he parts his lips, coaxing Tidus to do the same - and to move in the moment the other allows him access, seeming weirdly frenzied about it. His hands move from Tidus's cheeks, briefly stroking through his hair before landing on his shoulders, pushing against Tidus's shirt as if it has to go.
Inigo almost forgets to breathe in the middle of all of it. ]
[ Inigo isn't usually the one to be this pushy, this pressing. Tidus doesn't protest though when Inigo asks for more with his tongue, a kiss that wants to take the air out of his lungs, hands that are more blunt about what they want away.
Tidus takes back his hands in acknowledgement, removing his jacket and throwing it to the floor. He then grabs at Inigo's waist free of fabric, digging in fingers and dragging them, a touch that's trying to eat at him, his skin. But if Inigo signals at his shirt, grabs at the material to pull it off, then Tidus will drop his hold and raise his arms to get it off, by his efforts or Inigo's.
That too can go anywhere - on the bed, to the floor - as long as Tidus gets to take a moment on Inigo in turn: eyes admiring the body before him, the clothing framing it; with fingers riding up his belly, trying to sneak into the short black top. His forefinger doesn't manage to get in, but it doesn't stop the others from snaking to the chest hidden underneath. Tidus looks up, to search Inigo's face; to see what expressions he might be making, to decide what kind he'd like to have them make.
Or to catch Inigo's lips with his instead - whether he has to go to them, or because they're coming back for his. ]
[ It seems that Inigo had temporarily forgotten the fact that Tidus has much easier access to Inigo's skin than he usually would have. It's why he shivers, something Tidus should be able to feel more than ever before considering Inigo is still sitting on his lap, the moment he feels those hands on his waist, and then later fingers sneaking right under his top.
More. He wants more of it. He just wants to be touched by Tidus and forget about anything else. Inigo's face grows red, his mouth hanging open slightly, his eyes already half-lidded. It doesn't seem to be on purpose like earlier though. There's nothing about this he thought through beforehand.
It's all just the desperation of the moment. The same desperation that brings him back to Tidus's lips, kissing him deeply once more. Inigo's hands move over Tidus's body - down his shoulders, across his pecs, down to his abs. There's even a rush in those movements. Something still desperate, or perhaps greedy.
The kiss is only interrupted when Inigo pulls his face off Tidus's briefly, only to speak. To stare into the other's eyes, to see what he'll find there. ]
I.. I wanted.. to ride you today.
[ That had been the whole plan, even if he can't be super confident and charming about it anymore now. Even if he just wants to do it now because it'll keep him busy the whole time, unable to think. ]
[ It's all the kinds of reactions he wants: the way his body moves under his travelling fingertips, how eager Inigo is to kiss him again. A kiss interrupted briefly when Inigo's own wandering hands make him take a breath he isn't expecting to, body trembling, and his own in turn touching at Inigo more. Playing with the nipple he's found while his other rounds to the small of Inigo's back, rubbing along that free space of skin above the belt.
Yet, it doesn't get to last long when Inigo brings their kiss apart, lips damp and swollen, a half-lidded gaze that takes a second to adjust to reality. Tidus looks at Inigo at first, still lost in their kiss. But his expression then shifts as Inigo speaks, a blinking that turns shy, his mouth pulling into something embarrassed.
Why should it? When this is far from the first time they've had sex, fooled around. But the way Inigo says it - he feels clumsy about how to speak. When this isn't at all how Inigo was speaking before. How would he be asking it, if Tidus hadn't ruined it? But Tidus can't think of how to make up for it when Inigo's there, waiting for him to answer. ]
I... sure. [ Everything about him is on hold, not moving. ] Do you want me to take off my pants?
[ Nevermind that would have him completely naked, and so quickly, so soon. But if that's what Inigo wants, then he will. He'll get in place, do this right, not mess the mood up any further. ]
[ It's a quiet whine, when they're already so close; a whine that threatens to bring their already near lips together, to seal the deal being promised. All of these compliments being showered on him, a guy so loved and wanted - it makes his heart skittish with every beat, stomach doing flips better than his feet can.
He's out of his depth, feels it, the moment that Inigo takes any kind of control like this. It was the same when they first had sex, wasn't it? Just how confident he was, leading them both into this deeper relationship. But he can break the rules of this tease, heading coming in and his lips pressing hard against Inigo's - as if some kind of punishment for one, a prize for the other, but who can tell when they're both receiving the same thing? ]
Fine! [ Tidus is decided, with that reply - he's going to ignore how his heart dances around in his chest, the jitters, it all, sounding less than commanding when he tells Inigo: ] I wanna see your best show...!
[ Like a whiny, thrown off Tidus - that's him right now. This whole scenario coming from his mouth, but when does Tidus think anything out that he says?
Because no matter what tone or position he puts on, he doesn't feel the least in charged; walking around Inigo to the bed, sitting on the edge - but if that's not where Inigo wants him (and Tidus even questions it, looking back at the pillows), then he can easily move. ]
[ As much as Inigo is acting all confident here, it's not like the all these tiny things don't threaten to catch him off guard just the same. The way Tidus takes the initiative for a moment there, kissing him so suddenly, and with such energy, leaving Inigo's lips feeling like there's some sort of spark moving across them. Inigo can't even quite help himself, a hand moving up to briefly touch those lips, as if to confirm that really just happened.
And then there's Tidus's answer. Just as spirited, like a guy who's determined despite the odds.
It's.. endearing. Inigo knows he's trying real hard to be sexy here and all, but it's a little harder in the face of just how endearing Tidus is being right now - but he's still trying.
So he doesn't hesitate for too long, instead moving over to where Tidus is sitting on the bed. Apparently the other is already in the right place, since Inigo immediately moves to sit down on the other's lap - in such a way that he's turned towards Tidus, of course, so they're face to face. He scoots over so close that their chests are close to touching. ]
.. are you sure you can handle it? Me being this close?
[ But there's a softer edge around the tone this time, the act a little less convincing. And on purpose, perhaps, because if Tidus can meet his gaze, he can see more in it. Something a bit more to the way he's used to Inigo being - softer. Like he's not asking it just to tease the other guy, but just to tell him without directly saying it that he doesn't want the other to be totally uncomfortable either.
He leans in a little closer, the kiss softer on the other's lips. ]
Just let me know at any moment. [ If it's too much. He can slow down, adjust. ]
[ It's a strange but giddy situation to be in; someone putting together the effort to put on a display for you, even if that's as simple as dressing up nice and showing you with compliments. Knowing the state that Inigo is going to be in, sitting on his lap - and that's exactly the point of it. Of all of this.
It's a situation Tidus wouldn't be reluctant to put Inigo in, but he never thought about it, despite how cute the guy can get when he's all shy. Instead, Tidus is now the shy one, though being embarrassed is what's making him more so than anything else. Trying to toughen up, and not mind so much the arousal caused by the knowledge of what's going to happen, or what's supposed to happen.
But Inigo is being so challenging, asking him if he can handle it. Tidus grabs him by the thighs, inching him in; his face warm, but eyes directly on Inigo's.
And it's the kiss that cools down some of his stubborn heat, but not entirely, the pout still washed over his lips. ]
I've had you closer than this. [ And should he say it? That challenge reflected in his eyes, holding Inigo's gaze, his volume dropping- ] I've been in you deeper than this.
[ Apparently Tidus did have some fight left in him after all.
But is that a surprise? Doesn't Tidus always have fight in him, no matter the situation? Even as overwhelmed as he looked by Inigo's initial appearance, there's a part of him that's recovering now. Enough to hold Inigo's thighs like that, enough to say this stuff.
Stuff that's entirely factual, yet still leaves Inigo for a moment struggling to not let his own face be overtaken entirely by a blush. It's ruin this whole thing! ]
Well, [ he starts, the very brief pause that follows it where he quickly releases a breath the only sign that he almost faltered. ] The plan is for you to be that deep in me again.
[ It's followed by Inigo pressing his lips to Tidus's once more, but this time lingering, attempting to deepen the kiss by licking with his tongue at the other's lips, like he's waiting for an invitation to come already, rather than more words in return.
After all, he wants to slowly get to what he wanted to do for Tidus. Especially since Inigo feels weirdly excited about it too, the arousal behind that thought driving him forward. ]
[ The plan is for you to be that deep in me again.
He could croak when Inigo kisses him, so soon after saying that. While Inigo works to deepen the kiss, Tidus's brain is having a hard time keeping up; the point made the clear objective of what they're doing here, but having it so bluntly stated enough to stutter every cog in Tidus.
(Nevermind that it's no more than what Tidus just said himself, but still--still! Inigo said it to him!)
He wishes he were a stronger person, the one that he gets away with seeming to be outside of moments like this. Weak under Inigo's lips, his weight, a guy being led at this moment, but not unwillingly. A little sulky inside, but he can push it down with the kiss on his mouth, on his tongue; a moan that could be a whine, could be a lot of things, and is. The cogs are moving again, along with Tidus's arms, rounding his hands to the ass on his lap and shifting Inigo's hips forward into his. Bumping together, searching for friction.
Is it a little too quick? Too soon? Should Tidus behave, let Inigo continue to take the lead? But he can't help but misbehave, even a tiny bit, just to get a reaction. The cat knocking the shampoo bottle off the side to get a reaction.
And it's not like it's an unpleasant action for either of them. ]
[ The sudden friction is noticable. It's even obvious that Inigo is noticing exactly what Tidus is doing here. Even though he's in the middle of the kiss, moving deeply into it, there's a noticable hitch of Inigo's breath the moment their bodies rub up against each other.
He knows he should say something else confident in this moment. That he should pull away, look Tidus straight in the eyes and say something like 'you want it already?'
But that's too much, even for him. No matter how confidently he's trying to act here, Inigo is just a shy boy at heart, after all.
So he doesn't say anything about it. He just keeps on kissing Tidus instead. Pulling back slightly, like someone coming back up to the surface to breathe, before kissing him all over again.
As Inigo kisses Tidus again though, the rest of his body isn't sitting still. It's a slight movement at first, barely noticable, but slowly but surely it's becoming very apparent that Inigo is moving his hips as he's sitting there on Tidus's lap, tightly pressed against the other's body by the grip on his butt - practically grinding their crotches together with the way Inigo keeps purposefully shifting. ]
[ Is it noticeable? When one little rub isn't enough to satisfy whatever it is Tidus is looking to indulge - his desires, sexual or childish. But it's definitely leaning towards the former as their tongues graze against one another, solid and warm, and his grip around Inigo's backside doesn't relent, doesn't give Inigo any space to be than to bump and grind into him.
It just so happens to be that he's not the only one searching for this. Chests already pressing, but Tidus can't help but to lean into Inigo even more, bringing them closer, embracing the parts of him he can't otherwise with his hands where they are. The pair of them humping through clothing, the small gasps it starts to elicit from Tidus. Even that of Inigo's name, but it comes out as nothing but the vibration of a word lost in his throat for a kiss he doesn't want to give up.
There's clothes he should be considering, but when Tidus finally moves one of his hands from around Inigo's ass, it's up his side that Tidus moves it to; bumping into the belt that points outward, but he finds skin, finds his shirt, running it up under his small jacket and bringing it near his chest, but that's already pre-occupied.
So he holds his back, properly embracing him. But either of them are being anything but still, anything other than frantic, desperate; between kissing and grinding, between wanting more and more. ]
[ All of it leaves Inigo wanting more as well. Already having been driven onward by the thought of what they were about to do all this time, coupled with the nerves about the way he looks right now. He can't linger in this forever - especially not when the grinding certainly is building his arousal, but isn't relieving it in the slightest.
So after what feels like an eternity, Inigo slowly pulls away. His mouth, that is, so he can talk. His face, so he can look Tidus in the eyes while he speaks. But his body remains right where it is. Still pushed against Tidus's own, still - hopefully - in his embrace. ]
You tell me. [ He says, his breath uneven, the breathiness sneaking its way into his tone as well. ] Do you want me to keep this on?
[ The parts he can keep on while having sex, anyway. Obviously the pants are going to have to go, but he's fine with leaving it up to Tidus to decide whether he's rather have the sight of Inigo in these clothes while having sex, or if he'd rather have a more readily available access to Inigo's chest and nipples.
Maybe he's a little worried about staining an outfit that's so important to him, but.. surely it's nothing that near-magical washing machine shouldn't be able to fix, right? ]
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early in the second half of merriment, also nsfw because i only come here for the thirst
He's determined to make this a success, sure. He's been planning this for ages now! But maybe all that planning is exactly what's making him nervous now, considering he knows about all the things that could make this go very wrong. Like looking nervous, for one. He's asked Tidus earlier in the day to come to their room a while after dinner for you know what, but the lack of specific timing on this train thanks to the lack of regular clocks leaves Inigo with so much time to prepare that he ends up having a little bit too much time - forced to spend the rest of the time with trying to get the nerves out, by screaming and jumping.
Is it working? He's not sure.
What he is sure of, however, is that he stops any and all shenanigans the moment he hears the sound of someone right there outside the door. He nervously smoothes his hair, his clothes, before quickly turning towards the door and stepping towards it the moment he can hear it open.
And when it is open, Inigo immediately latches onto Tidus's hand, drawing him in enough to make the door fall closed behind him. It leaves the initial moment startling, sure, but Inigo doesn't seem to move after that. He just stands there, one hand still holding on to Tidus's wrist - giving the other a moment to actually take a good look at him.
Since there's a lot to see. Inigo did put on his dancer outfit, as promised, but it's not the only thing. There's a tiara nestled in his hair, makeup around his eyes in dark blues and golds, and stick on jewelry in similar hues on his stomach, accentuating his belly button.
Inigo still feels deadly nervous, but he's trying so hard to not show it. So hard. Tidus likes it when he's confident. It's what this look demands. ]
Hey, handsome.
[ At least he manages. He's shoving these nerves so far down in order to flash the other a charming smile. Inigo may even have tried using the lamps they
stoletook from places as mood lighting. ]I believe it was my turn to show you a good time tonight.
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Tidus isn't entirely dense, at least. The request surprises him initially, but only briefly, the times they get together less of a scheduled event as are an in-the-moment occurrence. But maybe Inigo's in the mood, and Tidus isn't unwilling, with most of his early day spent on middling swimming requests between him and Gibbs than anything strenuous.
Gibbs, who he lets go off to play with Rannygazoo and Jumblie either, since he and Inigo have some things to do, so uhh -- you guys go wherever.
Regardless, Tidus's own apprehensions are low. There's some nerves in him of possibly getting the wrong idea, but they're minimal at best; the thought of going back to their room and kissing turning easily into an appetising one, and he even eats a small dinner so he isn't so full when he gets back. That's what the arms band is for - to put his leftovers into, so he can eat his another day.
(Or just forget half a plate of curry in there.)
Suffice to say, Tidus came to their room with few expectations. Maybe the thought of Inigo waiting on the bed, shy-faced but playing it down, giving a quip about keeping him waiting. Or he's not even in there, and Tidus has picked a bad time, which, whatever - that's what magazines are for. Or Inigo's handheld console, since he doesn't play it, and Seto has his right now to make a gaming console.
None of this comes to be. Instead, as soon as Tidus starts into the room, he's dragged in quicker, the door closed and Tidus's brain and vision taking a moment to catch up. He blinks, and his eyes then widen when he spots the incredibly out of place sight of -- Inigo? Inigo, dressed up to the tens and beyond, and - is that make up? Is that a...crown?
Tidus stares incredulously, eyes fixing onto Inigo's when he calls him handsome; cheeks warming, and he'd almost forgotten how good Inigo looks in that outfit, but this is... ]
I... um...
[ He feels so underdressed. Should he do something? He searches for anything to say, but neither his mouth nor brain want to work.
Say something, say something! ('Why are you dressed this good for this? Is this a practice date you're trying on me?')
He swallows against a drying throat, and forcing the thought thing to come out-- ]
Y-your make-up's...different!
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Inigo has no idea which it is, even as Tidus speaks up. Is that him being flustered, or just him trying to say something nice in order to not hurt Inigo's feelings?!
There's no way to know for sure, and Inigo is working so, so hard over here to force down any and all nervous feelings. Don't show it. Don't show it. You'll ruin it! ]
You noticed? [ He says, managing to keep his tone light - and even followed up by a slight laugh, like he thinks the statement is rather amusing.
His hand slowly releases its grip on Tidus's wrist, but it's so he can instead push his hands against the other's chest for a moment, before moving them higher up, landing on Tidus's shoulders.
It feels terrifying to speak on, but it's not like there's a way back now. Either he's already ruined it, or he's got to complete the act. ]
Well.. [ He smiles, his cheeks slightly pink, but his expression not too shy. Instead it's more inviting than anything else, the makeup making his eyelashes look a bit longer. ] I wanted to look nice for you, you know.
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I want to look nice for you, you know.
Why? A tiny voice asks in him, but this time, Tidus doesn't let out the first one to find itself. Lips parting to a small bumbling sound, a laugh that doesn't quite form, the tug upward of his lips. ]
I can't get you to dress up for yourself, but you go to all this to impress me? [ 'I wanted to look nice for you' -- 'I dressed up to meet you.' A memory, vague and faint; the good-looking fans who'd meet him in the crowds, flirting, the way it'd make him tongue-tied in the moment. His eyes shift away constantly, small shy side-glances where he's unsure of himself, but keeping a smile pressed onto his face. ]
You should've shown yourself off - let everyone see how nice you look.
[ Is that what he should be saying? He's in a funny place, unused to this. But he's the one who's always told Inigo he should dress confidently like a dancer, and this is what this is, isn't it? It's just hard to remember, or even realise it at first glance - when someone's greeting you like this. Saying they're dressing up for you. ]
Did you really do all this yourself?
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[ Please, don't make him talk about Taiki right now. Inigo will gladly compliment their friend all day long, but this feels like the most inappropriate mood ever to start about him. He'll give him proper credit, okay, just-- just not when he's trying really hard to look sexy!
It's why he's also not saying other things he could have said here. Like the fact that he's too worried to dress like this in front of others. That he trusts Tidus. It all leads back a little bit too much to his insecurities, and he doesn't want to think about those. Not now. Not today.
Instead it seems that Inigo's hands on Tidus's shoulders are starting to dig into said shoulders a little more, trying to pull the other guy just a tad closer towards him while he speaks. ]
But.. am I not getting a compliment for the way I look?
[ Sweet Naga, asking for compliment is terrifying. Especially when he isn't sure if he'll be able to handle even one word like that rolling across Tidus's lips.
B-But he has to do this! He has to be brave. He has to look.. s-sultry! ]
A direct one, I mean. I worked so hard for you, you know.. Are you saying you don't want me like this?
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Who did Inigo let see him like this?? That's maybe the better question. Tidus knows that Inigo wouldn't want anyone to see him done up like this, and to even witness it now; it puts a frog in Tidus's throat. He should be cooler than this, but he's so out of his element that he even feels a pang of embarrassed shame when he's called out for not giving a better compliment.
But is it his fault? When Inigo's never like this! When he would have never suspected this? This direct level of flirting- ]
I-- you look great, [ he says earnestly; really, really earnest. ] Amazing, even. I don't know why you worry about how you look.
[ He knows, but he's just letting whatever floods out of his mouth without a second thought. Raises his hands to put to Inigo's, errr...waist? no no, higher, on his sides!
'You didn't have to go through all this trouble,' he wants to say, but that he knows not to. Instead, he says with a sheepish tone he probably isn't going to lose any time soon, his face dipping a little closer with the lowered volume: ] You're making me feel underdressed...
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But it worked. Tidus really likes how he looks this way. It's flustering, and touching, and a part of Inigo feels like he could absolutely both die and bawl on the spot, but he tries his best to keep himself together. This is his acting performance of a lifetime. He's for sure going to have to scream somewhere later, rather than just in his head like right now.
It's not happening now though. There's no opportunity to do so. This is just the beginning, after all.
A beginning where Inigo lightly laughs at those last words, making sure to not stop looking into the other's eyes. ]
How are you ever underdressed..?
[ Inigo now pulls Tidus closer for real, trying to get that face closer to his own. Closer and closer, until the tips of their noses are practically touching. ]
You're handsome, no matter what you wear. You've been one of the most handsome guys I've ever seen, ever since I first laid eyes on you..
[ He moves closer yet, and it almost seems like he's about to kiss Tidus-- but then he stops. ]
No, we should do this properly, right? [ Inigo remembers what the other wanted, after all. ] You should sit down first.
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He readies to speak; to speak against the kiss that he's sure is about to come, before Inigo changes his mind. No, Inigo knows what he's doing - Tidus is sure of that. But his cheeks are burning all the warmer, glad anyway for the opportunity he gets to move around the other guy, a second to gather himself. His hands drop from him, balling briefly into fists, but unfurling by the time he sits on the edge of the bed. He figures Inigo will want him to move farther on, but he needs to speak before they go on, his brows tilted as he looks up at Inigo. ]
Inigo, w-wait, before we go on -- I know this took you a lot of work and that you're really giving this everything, and I don't want you to feel bad! [ He's rushing, yes, he's rushing - because he knows that saying anything like this will make Inigo take it the wrong way, but he knows he won't be able to keep it in, he won't know how to act. ] But, the stuff you're saying... y-you don't have to say things like that, you know? I'm-- I'm really bad at acting! So could we take it... easier?
[ Easier on me? Easier on his heart, that doesn't know how to respond to compliments that sound like confessions. Is he the fan coming back to his favourite dancer? Is this how Inigo wants to be with a guy, a boyfriend? Guilt is already making itself a home inside his gut, and he's hoping desperately this won't go badly - please don't go badly. ]
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And he does. Not on purpose, obviously. Not in any malicious way. But somehow Tidus manages to say just the perfect words here to hit Inigo right in the heart.
Not even because he's worried that his whole setup here was too much for Tidus. No, it's because.. because he isn't acting. Sure, he's acting more confident about this than he really feels, but what he's saying, the words themselves.. Nothing about it is acted. It's just him being more honest with his feelings than usually.
But Tidus thinks it's just that - an act.
If only Inigo could tell him the truth. Just tell him that none of those words were a lie. But he's a coward, too worried that it will break something between the two of them forever when Tidus realises that Inigo was into him all this time. If he thinks all of this is an act, then.. he must not even be able to imagine it, huh? Actually liking Inigo in a romantic way. It's as hopeless as Inigo thought all along.
The nerves turn into something miserable. Inigo knows that feeling in the pit of his stomach, the one he always gets right before he's about to cry. But he can't let that happen here and now - he can't let Tidus feel like he's making Inigo feel bad, or that he's ruining something here. More than anything, he has to make sure all of this is nice and fun for Tidus. He promised. He can't cry. He thinks about all the moments he's thought that to himself before, all the times in the future where he had to be strong for everyone else's sake. Suck it up, cry later by yourself, he tells himself. ]
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Sorry that I went too far. [ Inigo says, adding a slight shake of his head.
He steps over until he's actually standing in front of where Tidus is sitting, but isn't following up with anything he had in mind. It's a lot - the juggling of his emotions, along with throwing around the whole schedule and plan he had in mind for this whole thing - but he's desperately trying to keep all those plates up. ]
Just tell me what you want then, okay? I promised this to you, after all. So I will go along with whatever you want.
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But it doesn't come. Inigo is smiling on, and that might be the more puzzling part, hard for his already worked up brain to think about - but Inigo relents, and he's waiting, standing there, and Tidus's brain is an assortment of thoughts that've been thrown up and scattered, and he's trying to gather it all together now. This - Inigo's efforts, to go along with it, to appreciate absolutely everything about them.
Tidus shifts back more onto the bed, his knees dangling off the corner still. ] Come here, [ he guides gently, gesturing to his lap, voice sincere before anything sexy or commanding. He'll say 'sit' if Inigo is more on his knees when he does come to join Tidus, because when he does - he'll bring his arms around the other's shoulders, bury his head close to his collarbone and neck, taking a breath.
He doesn't know why he feels like this; his soul this pinch vulnerable, a feeling like he might cry in the back of his eyes. Not really, but - it's there, some horrible twisted emotion in his guy.
'You've been one of the most handsome guys I've ever seen, ever since I first laid eyes on you..'
It's stupid, it's so stupid. A stupid small overreaction, and he takes a breath, letting it release. ]
You really do look good in this. [ It's not meant to be a Sorry, but something fond, to make the thought concrete. A chuckle humming in his throat. ] You put all this together for a sexy night, and I'm--
[ Being stupid. The stupidest. What is he even doing now? He brings out his face from hiding, looking at Inigo with his face still painted warm; his arms dropping gently down from near his shoulders and down to his waist, hands joining around the back. ]
Want a do-over? With kissing?
[ He sounds almost shy, playful, soft. Just a very simple guy without a stomach for anything more than the usual. Nevermind his sudden antics when they came back on the train.
Just give his heart a minute to adjust (with kissing), and he'll be in the right mindset. ]
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He should just stick to what he told Jingyi, he thinks when Tidus moves to hold him. This setup is great because it allows him to pretend. Just like right now, when he's sitting on Tidus's lap, when the other is embracing him in such a vulnerable and emotional way. It's easy to pretend Tidus would like him that way. That he does, right now.
Under no circumstances should he allow himself to get too carried away and think it might be real one day. He should watch what he says carefully.
The only thing that rips him out of those thoughts is Tidus's unfinished sentence. Because Inigo has been hard on himself often enough to know the sound of when someone is about to do so.
Inigo releases a breath before raising his hands, putting them on Tidus's cheeks, thumbs gently stroking the skin there. He hopes this isn't too much, that it won't make Tidus panic all over again. Inigo hopes that maybe the fact that he doesn't sound sultry or coy anymore at all when he speaks up might help. ]
Hey, don't worry so much about it. [ His voice is soft, little above a whisper. But his tone sounds genuine, and more than anything, it sounds like he's trying to comfort the other.
This feels easier. It's so much easier to comfort someone else than to take care of the hurt in his own heart. ]
You're fine, Tidus.. you're doing great. There's no need for do-overs when nothing's ruined in the first place.
[ Inigo leans in a little closer. Keeping his hands on Tidus's cheeks, but now pressing his lips against the other guy's, closing his eyes. ]
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It's dumb. Dumb protests like he needs to reassure Inigo in a way that doesn't get him reassuring him and; and fortunately, it's that nagging in him that he knows to not let break the surface, not leave the bottom of his throat. To accept the lips that come to his, cheeks warm under the press of the palms against them - warmer for them there. Affectionate, kind.
Unsettling his stomach, to have anything like this, even if it's just in friendship. He brings his hands to the back of Inigo's head to keep him into a kiss, lips playing with the ones with his, trying to leave with his friend his gratitude. This might be a night for him, but he wants nothing but to give, give, give. Make up, at least some, for stumbling in this occasion Inigo put together for the pair of them. Pressing the pads of his fingers along hairlines, his forearms becoming comfortable over the tops of the shoulders they have to rest against.
He'll give Inigo his mouth if he wants it, to take their kiss deeper. But then, there's a few things he'd be willing to give Inigo - even if it didn't go along with the idea that led them here tonight. ]
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He wants his mind to be empty, to not think of anything. To forget about all this misery, and to just lose himself in the moment.
It's why he parts his lips, coaxing Tidus to do the same - and to move in the moment the other allows him access, seeming weirdly frenzied about it. His hands move from Tidus's cheeks, briefly stroking through his hair before landing on his shoulders, pushing against Tidus's shirt as if it has to go.
Inigo almost forgets to breathe in the middle of all of it. ]
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Tidus takes back his hands in acknowledgement, removing his jacket and throwing it to the floor. He then grabs at Inigo's waist free of fabric, digging in fingers and dragging them, a touch that's trying to eat at him, his skin. But if Inigo signals at his shirt, grabs at the material to pull it off, then Tidus will drop his hold and raise his arms to get it off, by his efforts or Inigo's.
That too can go anywhere - on the bed, to the floor - as long as Tidus gets to take a moment on Inigo in turn: eyes admiring the body before him, the clothing framing it; with fingers riding up his belly, trying to sneak into the short black top. His forefinger doesn't manage to get in, but it doesn't stop the others from snaking to the chest hidden underneath. Tidus looks up, to search Inigo's face; to see what expressions he might be making, to decide what kind he'd like to have them make.
Or to catch Inigo's lips with his instead - whether he has to go to them, or because they're coming back for his. ]
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More. He wants more of it. He just wants to be touched by Tidus and forget about anything else. Inigo's face grows red, his mouth hanging open slightly, his eyes already half-lidded. It doesn't seem to be on purpose like earlier though. There's nothing about this he thought through beforehand.
It's all just the desperation of the moment. The same desperation that brings him back to Tidus's lips, kissing him deeply once more. Inigo's hands move over Tidus's body - down his shoulders, across his pecs, down to his abs. There's even a rush in those movements. Something still desperate, or perhaps greedy.
The kiss is only interrupted when Inigo pulls his face off Tidus's briefly, only to speak. To stare into the other's eyes, to see what he'll find there. ]
I.. I wanted.. to ride you today.
[ That had been the whole plan, even if he can't be super confident and charming about it anymore now. Even if he just wants to do it now because it'll keep him busy the whole time, unable to think. ]
Can we still do that..?
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Yet, it doesn't get to last long when Inigo brings their kiss apart, lips damp and swollen, a half-lidded gaze that takes a second to adjust to reality. Tidus looks at Inigo at first, still lost in their kiss. But his expression then shifts as Inigo speaks, a blinking that turns shy, his mouth pulling into something embarrassed.
Why should it? When this is far from the first time they've had sex, fooled around. But the way Inigo says it - he feels clumsy about how to speak. When this isn't at all how Inigo was speaking before. How would he be asking it, if Tidus hadn't ruined it? But Tidus can't think of how to make up for it when Inigo's there, waiting for him to answer. ]
I... sure. [ Everything about him is on hold, not moving. ] Do you want me to take off my pants?
[ Nevermind that would have him completely naked, and so quickly, so soon. But if that's what Inigo wants, then he will. He'll get in place, do this right, not mess the mood up any further. ]
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[ It's a quiet whine, when they're already so close; a whine that threatens to bring their already near lips together, to seal the deal being promised. All of these compliments being showered on him, a guy so loved and wanted - it makes his heart skittish with every beat, stomach doing flips better than his feet can.
He's out of his depth, feels it, the moment that Inigo takes any kind of control like this. It was the same when they first had sex, wasn't it? Just how confident he was, leading them both into this deeper relationship. But he can break the rules of this tease, heading coming in and his lips pressing hard against Inigo's - as if some kind of punishment for one, a prize for the other, but who can tell when they're both receiving the same thing? ]
Fine! [ Tidus is decided, with that reply - he's going to ignore how his heart dances around in his chest, the jitters, it all, sounding less than commanding when he tells Inigo: ] I wanna see your best show...!
[ Like a whiny, thrown off Tidus - that's him right now. This whole scenario coming from his mouth, but when does Tidus think anything out that he says?
Because no matter what tone or position he puts on, he doesn't feel the least in charged; walking around Inigo to the bed, sitting on the edge - but if that's not where Inigo wants him (and Tidus even questions it, looking back at the pillows), then he can easily move. ]
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And then there's Tidus's answer. Just as spirited, like a guy who's determined despite the odds.
It's.. endearing. Inigo knows he's trying real hard to be sexy here and all, but it's a little harder in the face of just how endearing Tidus is being right now - but he's still trying.
So he doesn't hesitate for too long, instead moving over to where Tidus is sitting on the bed. Apparently the other is already in the right place, since Inigo immediately moves to sit down on the other's lap - in such a way that he's turned towards Tidus, of course, so they're face to face. He scoots over so close that their chests are close to touching. ]
.. are you sure you can handle it? Me being this close?
[ But there's a softer edge around the tone this time, the act a little less convincing. And on purpose, perhaps, because if Tidus can meet his gaze, he can see more in it. Something a bit more to the way he's used to Inigo being - softer. Like he's not asking it just to tease the other guy, but just to tell him without directly saying it that he doesn't want the other to be totally uncomfortable either.
He leans in a little closer, the kiss softer on the other's lips. ]
Just let me know at any moment. [ If it's too much. He can slow down, adjust. ]
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It's a situation Tidus wouldn't be reluctant to put Inigo in, but he never thought about it, despite how cute the guy can get when he's all shy. Instead, Tidus is now the shy one, though being embarrassed is what's making him more so than anything else. Trying to toughen up, and not mind so much the arousal caused by the knowledge of what's going to happen, or what's supposed to happen.
But Inigo is being so challenging, asking him if he can handle it. Tidus grabs him by the thighs, inching him in; his face warm, but eyes directly on Inigo's.
And it's the kiss that cools down some of his stubborn heat, but not entirely, the pout still washed over his lips. ]
I've had you closer than this. [ And should he say it? That challenge reflected in his eyes, holding Inigo's gaze, his volume dropping- ] I've been in you deeper than this.
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But is that a surprise? Doesn't Tidus always have fight in him, no matter the situation? Even as overwhelmed as he looked by Inigo's initial appearance, there's a part of him that's recovering now. Enough to hold Inigo's thighs like that, enough to say this stuff.
Stuff that's entirely factual, yet still leaves Inigo for a moment struggling to not let his own face be overtaken entirely by a blush. It's ruin this whole thing! ]
Well, [ he starts, the very brief pause that follows it where he quickly releases a breath the only sign that he almost faltered. ] The plan is for you to be that deep in me again.
[ It's followed by Inigo pressing his lips to Tidus's once more, but this time lingering, attempting to deepen the kiss by licking with his tongue at the other's lips, like he's waiting for an invitation to come already, rather than more words in return.
After all, he wants to slowly get to what he wanted to do for Tidus. Especially since Inigo feels weirdly excited about it too, the arousal behind that thought driving him forward. ]
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He could croak when Inigo kisses him, so soon after saying that. While Inigo works to deepen the kiss, Tidus's brain is having a hard time keeping up; the point made the clear objective of what they're doing here, but having it so bluntly stated enough to stutter every cog in Tidus.
(Nevermind that it's no more than what Tidus just said himself, but still--still! Inigo said it to him!)
He wishes he were a stronger person, the one that he gets away with seeming to be outside of moments like this. Weak under Inigo's lips, his weight, a guy being led at this moment, but not unwillingly. A little sulky inside, but he can push it down with the kiss on his mouth, on his tongue; a moan that could be a whine, could be a lot of things, and is. The cogs are moving again, along with Tidus's arms, rounding his hands to the ass on his lap and shifting Inigo's hips forward into his. Bumping together, searching for friction.
Is it a little too quick? Too soon? Should Tidus behave, let Inigo continue to take the lead? But he can't help but misbehave, even a tiny bit, just to get a reaction. The cat knocking the shampoo bottle off the side to get a reaction.
And it's not like it's an unpleasant action for either of them. ]
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He knows he should say something else confident in this moment. That he should pull away, look Tidus straight in the eyes and say something like 'you want it already?'
But that's too much, even for him. No matter how confidently he's trying to act here, Inigo is just a shy boy at heart, after all.
So he doesn't say anything about it. He just keeps on kissing Tidus instead. Pulling back slightly, like someone coming back up to the surface to breathe, before kissing him all over again.
As Inigo kisses Tidus again though, the rest of his body isn't sitting still. It's a slight movement at first, barely noticable, but slowly but surely it's becoming very apparent that Inigo is moving his hips as he's sitting there on Tidus's lap, tightly pressed against the other's body by the grip on his butt - practically grinding their crotches together with the way Inigo keeps purposefully shifting. ]
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It just so happens to be that he's not the only one searching for this. Chests already pressing, but Tidus can't help but to lean into Inigo even more, bringing them closer, embracing the parts of him he can't otherwise with his hands where they are. The pair of them humping through clothing, the small gasps it starts to elicit from Tidus. Even that of Inigo's name, but it comes out as nothing but the vibration of a word lost in his throat for a kiss he doesn't want to give up.
There's clothes he should be considering, but when Tidus finally moves one of his hands from around Inigo's ass, it's up his side that Tidus moves it to; bumping into the belt that points outward, but he finds skin, finds his shirt, running it up under his small jacket and bringing it near his chest, but that's already pre-occupied.
So he holds his back, properly embracing him. But either of them are being anything but still, anything other than frantic, desperate; between kissing and grinding, between wanting more and more. ]
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So after what feels like an eternity, Inigo slowly pulls away. His mouth, that is, so he can talk. His face, so he can look Tidus in the eyes while he speaks. But his body remains right where it is. Still pushed against Tidus's own, still - hopefully - in his embrace. ]
You tell me. [ He says, his breath uneven, the breathiness sneaking its way into his tone as well. ] Do you want me to keep this on?
[ The parts he can keep on while having sex, anyway. Obviously the pants are going to have to go, but he's fine with leaving it up to Tidus to decide whether he's rather have the sight of Inigo in these clothes while having sex, or if he'd rather have a more readily available access to Inigo's chest and nipples.
Maybe he's a little worried about staining an outfit that's so important to him, but.. surely it's nothing that near-magical washing machine shouldn't be able to fix, right? ]
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