[ Inigo is about to answer Tidus's question. You know, the first one. In a serious sort of way.
But then the other keeps talking, and it's that fact that makes Inigo shake his head instead, moving over to climb onto the bed as well. He moves until he's hovering over Tidus, keeping himself propped up with his hands leaning on the spot on the bed right above Tidus's shoulders - though he temporarily has to hold himself up with one hand as he moves the other one to put a finger against Tidus's lips. ]
I'd say that if there's any weird part of your body, it's this one. [ That mouth he keeps saying the dumbest things with. His birthday suit. Sweet Naga.
(It's a weirdly endearing kind of dumb, though.)
Which is why the question hasn't fully deterred him at all. Inigo is still going, after all. Not to kiss Tidus though - maybe he's lost that opportunity momentarily, thanks to that question - but to lean back on his heels while kneeling on the bed, getting out some of the lube.
It's then that he pauses, staring between the bottle and Tidus's body on full display, as if he's thinking about some logistics here. Some logistics that are making his cheeks slightly pink again. ]
Erm, should I.. Should I do it myself? [ Opening himself up, he means. It's not like he can't do it himself if he has to, after all, and he did want to spoil Tidus by not making him do much.. ] Or.. do you want to..?
[ L-Look, if Tidus likes it, he doesn't want to deny him it either..! ]
[ That finger is so fortunate Tidus didn't think to bite it while it was there. How rude!! Tidus thought he was going to get something sexy or fun - not insulted! ]
That's not nice. [ That's about what Tidus does imagine in the moment, face dropping with his tone into the pouty zone. He's thinking something or other about how Inigo doesn't mind that part about him when it's around his dick, but now he's watching Inigo, half-wishing he was still wearing those pants... because some of us appreciate a good dancing outfit. Ugh, it's tough being considerate.
Except for where he could be considerate now. Tidus listens to the offer, the question about to open his mouth and a twitch in his body readying to get up. But he stops; brow furrowing, and then his gaze going from the lube to Inigo.
He gets comfortable where he leans back, hands resting on the parts of Inigo's legs they can reach. ]
I wanna see you do it, [ Tidus answers snootily, giving those legs a squeeze. ] You haven't put a show on for me yet. So I can sit here and watch you.
[ Just casually going to emphasise that he'll be watching Inigo, in case he wasn't thinking about it already. Eyes going up to his face to further add to the point.
Just going to watch you lube yourself up bro. No problem, right? ]
[ There are so many pouty protests to be made here.
But Inigo seems to have wisened up at least a little bit. At least enough to know that acting all sulky is just about the least sexy thing he could do here, and that's not the kind of mood he wants to cultivate in this moment.
Especially as Tidus asks him to put on a show. With that tone! Seriously, if that guy wants a show, then it's a show he can get! Inigo won't rest until it's become absolutely too much for him, one way or another.
So rather than saying anything in return, Inigo just moves to a better position. It's hard to be in a good position for this, he thinks - considering he has to lift his butt off the bed or he won't be able to reach it at all, yet at the same time he wants to make sure his face is visible to Tidus as well.
Hard to put on a show otherwise.
It requires some flexibility, but thankfully that's one thing Inigo does have, thanks to the dancing. He rests his upper back against the wall for support and to keep his head up and visible - meanwhile spreading his legs as far as possible, so they don't obstruct Tidus's view. After a moment of shifting he ensures his limbs are as sprawled out as can be too, just so Tidus has a lot to look at here, especially with the top half of his dance outfit still decorating his torso.
He opens up the bottle and dips his finger in, before moving said finger inside of him. First just the tip, but then pushing it in further. An involuntary gasp escapes his mouth, slowly turning into a moan when he moves it back and forth slightly.
It's one thing to do this by himself, but he sure is reminded of the eyes watching him right now, making his cheeks colour pink. Is Tidus even liking seeing this? Is it too tame? Or, on the contrary, does he look too shameless?
Inigo decides the former is more frightening than the latter, not wanting to let Tidus down after setting all of this up in the first place, and so he quickly adds a second finger, slowly pushing its way in. ]
[ Does Tidus often think before he speaks? Not regularly; so even with his huffy demand made, he wasn't truly sure what he'd be seeing, or how. It should be a simple affair by now, he imagines: just get his fingers inside himself and spread the lube around. Done, presto. Easy.
...but it's never that simple, is it? Not when Inigo is really putting on a show, not even all intentionally. Tidus doesn't take the increasing of his breath as put on anyway, the tiny sounds that sinking in his fingers manage to evoke. If it hadn't been for that, it would be a mild watch, more focused on embarrassing the other guy. But Tidus's gaze becomes more curious, attentive in another way; actually watching him, than making his own show out of it.
He feels the arousal between his legs, his hand close enough to touch himself- but he stops it from moving more than a twitch, swallowing to a dry throat.
Yours...feel better...
A really dry throat. ]
Then go in deeper, [ he manages despite it, less obnoxious than earlier in his lead. ] You can get yourself off with your fingers, can't you? You ever tried it?
[ Do you want to? Nevermind what this is meant to be in preparation for. What if Tidus wants to see him do it, to try? Even just for a while, riling himself up.
[ It's an answer that's more gasped out than actually said, but it does come. Relatively easily, even, despite Inigo's current pretty flustered state. It's just the truth, after all, and it's close enough to things he has already admitted to Tidus in the first place, so what's the point of denying it right now?
Besides, it's exactly because he's done this to himself before that he exactly knows where it feels extra good. He knows that spot is a little deeper in, and he was avoiding it, mostly since he wanted to save the extra good stuff for when they actually got to work..
.. but now there's Tidus's words. It makes Inigo's half-glassy eyes turn in the other's direction, staring at Tidus. ]
You.. want me to..?
[ Not that the other has to answer, apparently, because Inigo is already whining and gasping a little as he tries to work his way deeper in. ]
You have to.. [ He puffs out air. ] .. have to tell me what you want.
[ That part may be said on purpose. After all, Tidus told him to put on a show. And while it's hard to determine what the other feels about this sight while his brain is already focused on way too many other things, Inigo hopes that maybe involving Tidus like this will be nice for the other guy. Seeing how much power he has over Inigo in this moment. ]
[ Is it just a show where one person is going to work? But Tidus can't help it, moving; trying to behave with his hands at the start, but listening, hearing Inigo get so into it so quickly, easily... Tidus moves up onto his knees, off from where he's resting, so he can come in closer to Inigo and the show before him.
But he doesn't touch, not right away. Eyes on Inigo's face but lowering down, watching his fingers pushing in. Disappointed after all that he's not the one doing it, but he knows that Inigo's getting off to more than just his fingers, when he asks for the confirmation like that. Tidus puts a hand on the side of Inigo's leg, and with a light push- ]
Open them. Wider. [ Show it all. His own face is red with warmth, mouth slightly ajar, his hand sliding after long the exposed side of thigh. ] Keep touching yourself like this. I wanna see you get yourself worked up. [ And- ] I can tell you like it.
[ So why not give some attention to this, for now? Even if it's not the whole thing.
And if Inigo does indulge, so can Tidus too, just let him watch for a while. The hand rubbing up and down along high thigh dipping closer to his cock, taking a hold of it around the base and stroking. ]
[ Inigo does like it. But he knew that already. He knows he can get himself off this way.
But there's more to it here. It's not just Inigo trying to get himself off all by himself. Tidus is right here, watching him. Touching him. That's what he likes about all of this, what seems to elevate it all to the next level. Just having the other's gaze on him already feels so hot, especially when he's in the middle of doing this.
Or when Tidus is telling him what to do. His legs do open wider when the other says that, when there's that slight push to help him along. It reveals the fact that Inigo is very much hard already, just way too aroused to not be in the middle of all this. ]
Touch me more.
[ The words sound like a desperate plea, a request for more. All the while Inigo's fingers are still moving inside of him - he even slips in an extra one now, and with the other's face so close to his own, with those eyes staring at him, the natural gasp that rolls across his lips contains a-- ]
[ As appetising as his name on Inigo's lips is, taking them against his is even better, drawn in by the state that he's getting in; the state they're both in. Inigo tells him, Touch me more, and Tidus's hand isn't shy at how it jerks off the other guy to give him what he wants. Sliding his other palm up his chest and cupping around his neck, their mouths meeting into a messy kiss that doesn't stop Tidus from whispering, ] Keep going, keep fingering yourself.
[ Because even if he can't immediately see it happening, he wants to overwhelm him. The same part they always get to, and so often does Tidus lose track about what they were supposed to be doing. He'll think and remember about it eventually, but for now, the taste of Inigo's mouth compels his tongue, the heat of his dick warm in his hand; the touch of his skin as he brushes his palm along his jawline pleasing.
He's not trying to push Inigo over the brink right away though. He just wants a few more of those moans out of him, touching his chest again, trying to pinch at a nipple through the fabric of his tight shirt. Lips parting from his, a lowered voice again while his hand comes to a slow, slow tug. ]
You don't want to cum just yet, do you? You want something better in you...
Show me you want it. [ Their faces are inches away from one another, Tidus's eyes half-lidded from the proximity, staring down at Inigo. ] Come and take it.
[ It's a good thing that Tidus's hand slows as he speaks up again, because Inigo isn't too sure if he would have been able to follow what the other is saying, let alone notice he was saying anything at all, if he had just kept going like that. Inigo's mind would have been too far away for him - heck, it's already nearly too far away as it is now. Not dangerously close, but definitely more than halfway there. His breath shallow, his cheeks flushed.
But the change of the rhythm draws his attention back a little more to reality. To Tidus's words.
Tidus's words that make him fear the other suddenly learned how to read minds, until he realises a moment later that it's just because Inigo is being really, really obvious in his desperation.
But maybe that's not such a bad thing, as long as they're both into it. ]
I want it.
[ He breathes out, before leaning just that slight bit closer, just enough to messily capture Tidus's lips again with his own. There's a definite hunger in the action.
Slowly he pulls his fingers out of himself, and almost winches with how empty it makes him feel - though he knows it won't last for long.
His hands both move onto Tidus's chest - yes, sorry, even the one dirty with lube - to gently shove the other backwards, more meant as a suggestion than to actually move the other guy himself. ]
He did, a little, but Tidus will take a suggestion even, knowing how Inigo can be. As appetising as returning to that sloppy kiss would be, he shuffles backwards, legs folding under him and readied to be spread out. But before he goes too far, he takes a hold of Inigo, his hands around his forearms, taking him along with him, as if he's not allowed to get too far from him.
And once he's back far enough, that's when he'll let go; taking a hold of his own cock for a few strokes, his other hand running up his chest, no matter if there's mess there. Anticipation is building inside him, and he wants it, this, Inigo's ass around his dick, everything that comes with it.
Impatient, but he won't say anything. If Inigo has demands (or, you know, requests), he'll comply; but he wants to see Inigo act, Inigo make the moves. For him to climb on top of him, lower down on him, his name already behind his lips to be moaned when he does. ]
[ Don't worry, friend: the manhandling is yet to come.
Or rather, a part of it is taken away when Inigo finds himself being dragged right along by Tidus latching onto his arms - something Inigo apparently didn't see coming, judging by the surprise on his face. His mouth still hanging open a little, his eyes slightly wider.
But it's fine. This is still something he can work with. After all, it's so much easier to get to the proper main event now Tidus is there on his back on the bed, and Inigo hovering over him, kneeling with his knees on the bed on each side of Tidus's hips.
It feels a little odd, looking down at the other like this, but Inigo doesn't have long to ponder it. His instinct is taking over, wanting nothing more than to get down to this already. He can only take a moment to find the bottle of lube again, dipping his fingers right back in before grabbing a hold of Tidus's cock with the same hand, starting to stroke it as he coats it with the lube too - just for good measure. After all, Inigo has no idea how hard it will be to go down on Tidus like this, and he doesn't want it to look painful where Tidus can see it and start to worry.
(And, honestly, maybe he's stroking Tidus for a little longer than necessary - but he did tell the other he wanted it to be good for him too.)
Inigo doesn't even look at the shaft itself. Instead his eyes are trained on Tidus's face, as if he's trying to soak in any moment of his reaction. The same thing goes for when Inigo actually moves. Sure, he needs to look for a moment to make sure his butt aligns with Tidus's dick in the first place, but once he's sure it does, feeling the tip right against him, he looks back at Tidus's face.
All the way as he slowly starts taking him in. First feeling the tip, and then slowly lowering himself further with a gasp and uneven breath, all the way until he's fully taken the other in, sitting there on Tidus's body. It's then that Inigo stills though, seeming to need a moment for his body to get used to the sensation of having the other inside of him like this again.
If the other tries to move at all, or even move an arm to try and touch him, Inigo makes an attempt - a weak one, considering his current state, but he's trying - to bat at him with a hand, gasping out: ]
[ Someone is having fun with his dick there. Not that Tidus can complain, and he doesn't attempt to, the small moans and sounds that he makes sexual before disagreeable.
Even with Inigo's eyes on him, never straying away. Tidus looks at him back, taking in the expression he wears, the look of want painted into his face. He wonders how he looks himself, but doesn't care, either; the slight shyness of the kind of guy he actually is hushed by the much larger side of him - the one who wants to be looked at, to be soaked in, wanted. So what if he's like this? Needy, longing; wanting to be sought, especially by people he likes?
But now isn't the time to consider any of that. As Inigo keeps moving, not with his hand but his body, and Tidus's heartbeat increases, giddy. He doesn't interrupt him in the process, enjoying the sensation; as Inigo comes down on him, the breath he takes in, holding onto before sharply releasing. The second after, having himself buried in him, it's after that that Tidus reaches out to put his hands on Inigo's legs, about to mutter his name.
--until he's stopped, told to even. Tidus blinks in surprise, but he does as he's told, dropping his hands back down. ]
O-- okay.
[ Touching...bad?? Does Inigo have something else...in mind?? Only watch?? (and enjoy?) ]
[ There's a moment of hesitation. Of insecurity. Was that too much? Inigo hates the way he keeps second-guessing himself at moments like these, constantly wondering what's too much and what's too little, even as his thoughts are mostly taken up by the fact that Tidus's entire dick is currently very much up his ass.
Thankfully that latter fact makes it hard to think. Hard - for now - to linger on it. Perhaps Inigo will later overanalyze this moment about twenty thousand times in his mind, once he's returned to a regular level of thinking and functioning, but right now there's definitely not much space in his head for rational thought.
He slowly raises himself up a little, before sinking right back onto the shaft with a moan. ]
I-- I mean.. You can.. touch.. if you want to. [ His cheeks flush, he can't help but go back on it just a little, just out of worry, but then shakes his head, trying to explain. Which is hard in this situation. ] Just-- Just thought.. hah.
[ Sorry, talking and moving at the same time is not a great combination, but Inigo doesn't really want to stop doing either of the two right now. ]
Thought you might enjoy lying back.. a-and enjoying this..
[ But neither of them are confident, sure - less surrounding the other, and more their own part. Tidus has never relaxed, been still during these moments; and though he's far likely to be a rock in this position, it's strange to be told not to do anything. Not to touch, even caress.
Luckily, it's not that hard to indulge in. As Inigo gets going, and Tidus feels him rising and falling slowly, rocking against him. His hands stay rested at the sides of Inigo's legs by them, but he isn't doing anything with them more than that, just somewhere to keep them so he doesn't fuss.
And it's different without the condom. A missing factor Tidus hadn't thought about, until they came to this point. The closer intimacy, every sensation to his dick, the pressure of Inigo around them. Tidus breathes heavily, the urge in his hips to push up, but he's behaving. At least at this point, asking, if sounding more like a command. ]
Go faster... Move more.
[ But it doesn't sound so commanding, with the breathy voice he asks it with. ]
[ Neither of them have it in them to be very commanding in a situation like these - though that's understandable, given what they're currently doing.
But no matter how commanding it is or isn't, Inigo seems to be listening to what Tidus is telling him all the same. It's harder - or perhaps just more exhausting - than he thought, moving like this, but he does try to go faster. Moving himself more, pulling and pushing his hips up and down. His hands move forward, landing somewhere on Tidus's abs, resting himself against Tidus's body while he tries to keep his own moving.
He frowns, almost as if in concentration, and his eyes fall shut. All of this may be a lot of work, but.. it feels worth it. It-- ]
It feels.. good..
[ But that's not the only thing he's thinking here. Inigo is wondering if it feels just as good for Tidus, but asking that and seeming insecure once more at a moment like this doesn't feel right. So Inigo instead lets these words escape his mouth, rolling over his tongue - hoping to hear the same from Tidus in turn. ]
[ It's getting harder to remember he shouldn't be touching Inigo when he's leaning over him like this. Doing this-- he likes it, likes being able to watch Inigo and to have him moving on him, but it's a slower pace than what he'd be capable of too. A tease, and he wonders - hopes - that the more they do it, the better Inigo will be able to fuck him this way, bouncing off his dick like it's all for his own satisfaction, or just showing Tidus the control he has.
...for a sexy times, very far away. ]
Think that's why we do this so often. [ For now, Tidus jokes lightly, and the hands that had made their peace with resting where they were reaching up at the covered chest, feeling over the tight fabric. Wandering, with an intent to search out his nipples and play with them, but sliding down along the sides to hips moving, letting them linger.
He's not quiet, far from being discreet with the small sighs of content that leave him. And, speaking of earlier thoughts- ]
You wanna do it like this some more? Maybe we can spend all day doing this tomorrow.
A-- All day? [ He sounds surprised, but not in a bad way. Sure, the suggestion itself surprises him, but it would be far beyond Inigo to dislike the idea of spending an entire day with Tidus, just the two of them, just doing sutff like this until they're entirely spent..
And that idea is even harder to dislike right now. When Inigo is doing his best to keep moving, when he can feel Tidus's hands against his skin..
Inigo isn't even sure if the other is joking or not. Much earlier on he definitely would have thought Tidus would be joking about that sort of thing, but right now.. it definitely does feel like it could be a serious suggestion, and Inigo's face is flushed as he looks at the other.
It leaves him unsure of what to say though, unsure of an answer, and so he just stares at the other, the only things escaping out of his mouth being the gasps whenever he moves. ]
I.. I don't know if I could keep this up.. that long.. [ He ends up saying, his voice shy. ]
[ Look at that face. It's cute- handsome in a soft way, in how Inigo's always shy, not confident. The opposite of how Inigo aimed to be here, but no one's going to complain in this room about what's going on now and how it is.
(And as long as Inigo isn't complaining about his wandering hands...!) ]
I can help, [ he promises, assures, and in that particular instance it's hard to resist - the small rock of his hips, though he can't really move well. His feet creep up the bed to let his knees bend, to give him more lower control; though he won't do that a second time without warning, his hands squeeze at Inigo's legs, wishing he could pull him in closer, but instead speaking in a hushed way just for the two of them- ]
I can take over right now. Want me to see if I can fuck you from here? You're in a really nice position like this...
[ A hand moves up and around, just managing to reach at his ass, give that a squeeze too.
[ The sound he makes starts as a gasp, but then turns into an outright moan the moment he feels Tidus's hands squeezing his butt.
Any confidence he may have tried to display earlier is totally gone in this moment. But it's unfair - how is he supposed to keep it up in the face of this? It's totally impossible. Tidus is just too strong, with the way he can just say these things that hit Inigo right in the heart. He knows he should protest - against the hands, maybe, since he did tell Tidus no touching. Or maybe he should protest that he wants to stick to his original plan and be the one to treat Tidus, but..
.. but it's just.. impossible to resist. When Tidus puts it like that, touches him like that, looks at him like that - coupled with the way the other is still firmly up his ass right now, there's no way Inigo could say no. He's like putty in the other's hands. ]
Sweet Naga-- yes, yes. [ His voice and words turn hurried in their desperation, his eyes momentarily closing as the redness has taken over his face completely at this point. His hands, still leaning on the other, move a little, like he's trying to experience as much as possible of Tidus in this moment. ]
[ Inigo isn't any better at how he influences Tidus. Moaning that way, sounding so pleading and desperate, begging him to fuck him. He won't tease him, doesn't want to; just mutters a quiet "Raise your ass, just a bit- gimme a little room"-- aiming to fuss as little as possible, enough that he can roll up his groin, use the grip he has with the position of his legs and feet to start thrusting upwards. A faster pace, fingers gripping into a thigh to hold.
Tidus's eyes close as he focuses on nothing else. The position awkward, but so insignificant that Tidus doesn't care. He mumbles Inigo's name, reaching out with his hand not by his ass to curve around his shoulder; holding him, a moment taken to look at his face through half-lidded eyes.
He has no intention of stopping, if Inigo doesn't. His cock slipping out once on accident, an annoying pause that Tidus takes the second to fix, to return to a slow place until he finds a rhythm again. Short buts that he then slows, wanting to take as much pleasure out of this as possible.
But he can't keep this up forever. And he speaks, voice low and shakey, eyes on Inigo again: ]
I'm gonna come... I'll pull out...
[ Because even like this, he remembers that he isn't wearing the condom, and as much as he'd love to finish inside him... ]
[ Inigo does his best to accomodate. Because it is a little awkward in this position, sure, but he's trying his best to work along to make it go as smoothly as it possibly can in their current situation. Trying to help by moving along, by repositioning himself when Tidus is busy trying to insert himself once more.
It comes naturally, anyway, the movement, the help, because Inigo is chasing this high just as much as Tidus is. It feels so good to have the other inside of him, and it makes Inigo want to cling to the other, even though he realises that's impossible without making the cock slip outside of him again - and that's the last thing he wants to happen in this situation.
So he resist the urge, instead moving right along, all the way until Tidus speaks up again.
It's very, very hard to think right now, but Inigo shakes his head as a first, instictive response. ]
No, I-- [ I don't want that, Inigo thinks.
Is that too selfish of thing to ask in a situation like this, when it'll probably make Tidus fuss? Ugh, he's way too aroused to even think about the nuances of that right now..! ]
[ Tidus isn't expecting the vocal resistance, and it's distracting, making him pause in his activities, as disinclined as he is to, for too long. Gaze on Inigo that doesn't show confusion as much as it is uncertainty, careful, even in this lust-filled state. ]
Are you sure?
[ But Tidus knows that he wants to. To finish fucking Inigo until he's entirely spent, but it seems - wrong, somehow. Rude, when they aren't using a condom. What will happen? Will it lead to a mess? Is it going to end up totally embarrassing?
They're questions Tidus isn't entirely sure of the answers for, but also questions he doesn't care enough for to stop for, if Inigo gives his reassurance. ]
[ That's exactly the thing. Who cares about the questions right now, in this moment? Perhaps Inigo is going to get annoyed at himself for this dumb decision later when he has to clean himself, or perhaps he's not, but right now he doesn't care either way. All he knows is that he just didn't want this to stop like that, no matter what it takes.
So Inigo just nods - even a few times in a row, just for good measure, so there's no chance to misinterpret this - not even able to verbally answer anymore. Instead his grip on Tidus's sides tightens, like he's preparing himself for what will inevitably follow. ]
[ There's an awkward moment after. Permission granted, but now they have to return to the action, which is easy enough, in theory. Tidus tries to fill the space with an "Okay", but it doesn't settle the way he wants it to. So, with his chin tipping up and the hand on the back of Inigo's shoulder going to the back of his head, he asks, if only for a few seconds- ]
Come here.
[ --For Inigo to lower, and bring his mouth to his for a kiss, chaste or with tongue. Whatever it is that their mouths end up doing, it eases Tidus better as he starts rocking up into Inigo once more, holding his ass steady while he feels the increasing climax inching closer than before.
And he wouldn't mind Inigo's face staying near to his, but wherever it is, there's a noticeable building pace before the gasp that follows his release, the spurting cum that's sure to be sliding back onto his dick as he keeps fucking Inigo. His limbs for the most part holding while he empties himself inside Inigo, until finally, he can relax. Relax, with a few last shaky thrusts, before he reaches over to take himself out, and his muscles ease against the bed that's behind him for once.
Even the arm around Inigo drops, coming to rest over his chest. ]
[ Inigo does his best to move closer, the kiss naturally deepening as Inigo chases nothing but the arousal he's feeling right now. He even lingers in it until he feels absolutely unable to do so anymore - due to everything building up more and more, and then feeling Tidus release right inside of him.
And even though it doesn't last longer than a few moments, it feels like an eternity, the feeling of Tidus still rocking right inside of him to finish up his climax - and it all feels like too much, from where it's been building up since earlier, when Inigo was fingering himself, and now Tidus up his ass--
Inigo hasn't touched his own dick this entire time, but he feels himself climaxing as well, tears in his eyes from how overwhelming it all feels. He reaches down with one hand to milk himself dry, even as he can feel Tidus already moving out of him. The lack of pressure feeling like a relief, but at the same time making it all the more obvious just how much fluid Tidus released in there, and he feels..
.. tired, mostly. His muscles ache from the positions he's wrangled himself into for all of this. Once Inigo is sure he's well and truly done as well, not even able to think about the patterns of cum he's left all over Tidus's torso, he just lets himself drop.
It's like his muscles are unable to keep him up anymore, and he flops - first right onto Tidus, but then quickly rolling off him until he can feel his back finally hit the matress.
They don't speak, instead just the sound of them catching their breath filling the room. Inigo realises his chest feels weirdly sticky, and it's then that he realises he's still wearing his top.
He breathes out, slowly. ]
Did you.. [ ... it's mostly a pause to breathe, but perhaps a tad of hesitation too. ] Did you like it..?
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But then the other keeps talking, and it's that fact that makes Inigo shake his head instead, moving over to climb onto the bed as well. He moves until he's hovering over Tidus, keeping himself propped up with his hands leaning on the spot on the bed right above Tidus's shoulders - though he temporarily has to hold himself up with one hand as he moves the other one to put a finger against Tidus's lips. ]
I'd say that if there's any weird part of your body, it's this one. [ That mouth he keeps saying the dumbest things with. His birthday suit. Sweet Naga.
(It's a weirdly endearing kind of dumb, though.)
Which is why the question hasn't fully deterred him at all. Inigo is still going, after all. Not to kiss Tidus though - maybe he's lost that opportunity momentarily, thanks to that question - but to lean back on his heels while kneeling on the bed, getting out some of the lube.
It's then that he pauses, staring between the bottle and Tidus's body on full display, as if he's thinking about some logistics here. Some logistics that are making his cheeks slightly pink again. ]
Erm, should I.. Should I do it myself? [ Opening himself up, he means. It's not like he can't do it himself if he has to, after all, and he did want to spoil Tidus by not making him do much.. ] Or.. do you want to..?
[ L-Look, if Tidus likes it, he doesn't want to deny him it either..! ]
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That's not nice. [ That's about what Tidus does imagine in the moment, face dropping with his tone into the pouty zone. He's thinking something or other about how Inigo doesn't mind that part about him when it's around his dick, but now he's watching Inigo, half-wishing he was still wearing those pants... because some of us appreciate a good dancing outfit. Ugh, it's tough being considerate.
Except for where he could be considerate now. Tidus listens to the offer, the question about to open his mouth and a twitch in his body readying to get up. But he stops; brow furrowing, and then his gaze going from the lube to Inigo.
He gets comfortable where he leans back, hands resting on the parts of Inigo's legs they can reach. ]
I wanna see you do it, [ Tidus answers snootily, giving those legs a squeeze. ] You haven't put a show on for me yet. So I can sit here and watch you.
[ Just casually going to emphasise that he'll be watching Inigo, in case he wasn't thinking about it already. Eyes going up to his face to further add to the point.
Just going to watch you lube yourself up bro. No problem, right? ]
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But Inigo seems to have wisened up at least a little bit. At least enough to know that acting all sulky is just about the least sexy thing he could do here, and that's not the kind of mood he wants to cultivate in this moment.
Especially as Tidus asks him to put on a show. With that tone! Seriously, if that guy wants a show, then it's a show he can get! Inigo won't rest until it's become absolutely too much for him, one way or another.
So rather than saying anything in return, Inigo just moves to a better position. It's hard to be in a good position for this, he thinks - considering he has to lift his butt off the bed or he won't be able to reach it at all, yet at the same time he wants to make sure his face is visible to Tidus as well.
Hard to put on a show otherwise.
It requires some flexibility, but thankfully that's one thing Inigo does have, thanks to the dancing. He rests his upper back against the wall for support and to keep his head up and visible - meanwhile spreading his legs as far as possible, so they don't obstruct Tidus's view. After a moment of shifting he ensures his limbs are as sprawled out as can be too, just so Tidus has a lot to look at here, especially with the top half of his dance outfit still decorating his torso.
He opens up the bottle and dips his finger in, before moving said finger inside of him. First just the tip, but then pushing it in further. An involuntary gasp escapes his mouth, slowly turning into a moan when he moves it back and forth slightly.
It's one thing to do this by himself, but he sure is reminded of the eyes watching him right now, making his cheeks colour pink. Is Tidus even liking seeing this? Is it too tame? Or, on the contrary, does he look too shameless?
Inigo decides the former is more frightening than the latter, not wanting to let Tidus down after setting all of this up in the first place, and so he quickly adds a second finger, slowly pushing its way in. ]
Y-- You know, yours.. feel better..
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...but it's never that simple, is it? Not when Inigo is really putting on a show, not even all intentionally. Tidus doesn't take the increasing of his breath as put on anyway, the tiny sounds that sinking in his fingers manage to evoke. If it hadn't been for that, it would be a mild watch, more focused on embarrassing the other guy. But Tidus's gaze becomes more curious, attentive in another way; actually watching him, than making his own show out of it.
He feels the arousal between his legs, his hand close enough to touch himself- but he stops it from moving more than a twitch, swallowing to a dry throat.
Yours...feel better...
A really dry throat. ]
Then go in deeper, [ he manages despite it, less obnoxious than earlier in his lead. ] You can get yourself off with your fingers, can't you? You ever tried it?
[ Do you want to? Nevermind what this is meant to be in preparation for. What if Tidus wants to see him do it, to try? Even just for a while, riling himself up.
Riling the both of them up. ]
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[ It's an answer that's more gasped out than actually said, but it does come. Relatively easily, even, despite Inigo's current pretty flustered state. It's just the truth, after all, and it's close enough to things he has already admitted to Tidus in the first place, so what's the point of denying it right now?
Besides, it's exactly because he's done this to himself before that he exactly knows where it feels extra good. He knows that spot is a little deeper in, and he was avoiding it, mostly since he wanted to save the extra good stuff for when they actually got to work..
.. but now there's Tidus's words. It makes Inigo's half-glassy eyes turn in the other's direction, staring at Tidus. ]
You.. want me to..?
[ Not that the other has to answer, apparently, because Inigo is already whining and gasping a little as he tries to work his way deeper in. ]
You have to.. [ He puffs out air. ] .. have to tell me what you want.
[ That part may be said on purpose. After all, Tidus told him to put on a show. And while it's hard to determine what the other feels about this sight while his brain is already focused on way too many other things, Inigo hopes that maybe involving Tidus like this will be nice for the other guy. Seeing how much power he has over Inigo in this moment. ]
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But he doesn't touch, not right away. Eyes on Inigo's face but lowering down, watching his fingers pushing in. Disappointed after all that he's not the one doing it, but he knows that Inigo's getting off to more than just his fingers, when he asks for the confirmation like that. Tidus puts a hand on the side of Inigo's leg, and with a light push- ]
Open them. Wider. [ Show it all. His own face is red with warmth, mouth slightly ajar, his hand sliding after long the exposed side of thigh. ] Keep touching yourself like this. I wanna see you get yourself worked up. [ And- ] I can tell you like it.
[ So why not give some attention to this, for now? Even if it's not the whole thing.
And if Inigo does indulge, so can Tidus too, just let him watch for a while. The hand rubbing up and down along high thigh dipping closer to his cock, taking a hold of it around the base and stroking. ]
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But there's more to it here. It's not just Inigo trying to get himself off all by himself. Tidus is right here, watching him. Touching him. That's what he likes about all of this, what seems to elevate it all to the next level. Just having the other's gaze on him already feels so hot, especially when he's in the middle of doing this.
Or when Tidus is telling him what to do. His legs do open wider when the other says that, when there's that slight push to help him along. It reveals the fact that Inigo is very much hard already, just way too aroused to not be in the middle of all this. ]
Touch me more.
[ The words sound like a desperate plea, a request for more. All the while Inigo's fingers are still moving inside of him - he even slips in an extra one now, and with the other's face so close to his own, with those eyes staring at him, the natural gasp that rolls across his lips contains a-- ]
T-Tidus..
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[ Because even if he can't immediately see it happening, he wants to overwhelm him. The same part they always get to, and so often does Tidus lose track about what they were supposed to be doing. He'll think and remember about it eventually, but for now, the taste of Inigo's mouth compels his tongue, the heat of his dick warm in his hand; the touch of his skin as he brushes his palm along his jawline pleasing.
He's not trying to push Inigo over the brink right away though. He just wants a few more of those moans out of him, touching his chest again, trying to pinch at a nipple through the fabric of his tight shirt. Lips parting from his, a lowered voice again while his hand comes to a slow, slow tug. ]
You don't want to cum just yet, do you? You want something better in you...
Show me you want it. [ Their faces are inches away from one another, Tidus's eyes half-lidded from the proximity, staring down at Inigo. ] Come and take it.
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But the change of the rhythm draws his attention back a little more to reality. To Tidus's words.
Tidus's words that make him fear the other suddenly learned how to read minds, until he realises a moment later that it's just because Inigo is being really, really obvious in his desperation.
But maybe that's not such a bad thing, as long as they're both into it. ]
I want it.
[ He breathes out, before leaning just that slight bit closer, just enough to messily capture Tidus's lips again with his own. There's a definite hunger in the action.
Slowly he pulls his fingers out of himself, and almost winches with how empty it makes him feel - though he knows it won't last for long.
His hands both move onto Tidus's chest - yes, sorry, even the one dirty with lube - to gently shove the other backwards, more meant as a suggestion than to actually move the other guy himself. ]
Lay down. I.. I want to ride you so bad.
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He did, a little, but Tidus will take a suggestion even, knowing how Inigo can be. As appetising as returning to that sloppy kiss would be, he shuffles backwards, legs folding under him and readied to be spread out. But before he goes too far, he takes a hold of Inigo, his hands around his forearms, taking him along with him, as if he's not allowed to get too far from him.
And once he's back far enough, that's when he'll let go; taking a hold of his own cock for a few strokes, his other hand running up his chest, no matter if there's mess there. Anticipation is building inside him, and he wants it, this, Inigo's ass around his dick, everything that comes with it.
Impatient, but he won't say anything. If Inigo has demands (or, you know, requests), he'll comply; but he wants to see Inigo act, Inigo make the moves. For him to climb on top of him, lower down on him, his name already behind his lips to be moaned when he does. ]
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Or rather, a part of it is taken away when Inigo finds himself being dragged right along by Tidus latching onto his arms - something Inigo apparently didn't see coming, judging by the surprise on his face. His mouth still hanging open a little, his eyes slightly wider.
But it's fine. This is still something he can work with. After all, it's so much easier to get to the proper main event now Tidus is there on his back on the bed, and Inigo hovering over him, kneeling with his knees on the bed on each side of Tidus's hips.
It feels a little odd, looking down at the other like this, but Inigo doesn't have long to ponder it. His instinct is taking over, wanting nothing more than to get down to this already. He can only take a moment to find the bottle of lube again, dipping his fingers right back in before grabbing a hold of Tidus's cock with the same hand, starting to stroke it as he coats it with the lube too - just for good measure. After all, Inigo has no idea how hard it will be to go down on Tidus like this, and he doesn't want it to look painful where Tidus can see it and start to worry.
(And, honestly, maybe he's stroking Tidus for a little longer than necessary - but he did tell the other he wanted it to be good for him too.)
Inigo doesn't even look at the shaft itself. Instead his eyes are trained on Tidus's face, as if he's trying to soak in any moment of his reaction. The same thing goes for when Inigo actually moves. Sure, he needs to look for a moment to make sure his butt aligns with Tidus's dick in the first place, but once he's sure it does, feeling the tip right against him, he looks back at Tidus's face.
All the way as he slowly starts taking him in. First feeling the tip, and then slowly lowering himself further with a gasp and uneven breath, all the way until he's fully taken the other in, sitting there on Tidus's body. It's then that Inigo stills though, seeming to need a moment for his body to get used to the sensation of having the other inside of him like this again.
If the other tries to move at all, or even move an arm to try and touch him, Inigo makes an attempt - a weak one, considering his current state, but he's trying - to bat at him with a hand, gasping out: ]
I.. I'm the one in charge now.
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Even with Inigo's eyes on him, never straying away. Tidus looks at him back, taking in the expression he wears, the look of want painted into his face. He wonders how he looks himself, but doesn't care, either; the slight shyness of the kind of guy he actually is hushed by the much larger side of him - the one who wants to be looked at, to be soaked in, wanted. So what if he's like this? Needy, longing; wanting to be sought, especially by people he likes?
But now isn't the time to consider any of that. As Inigo keeps moving, not with his hand but his body, and Tidus's heartbeat increases, giddy. He doesn't interrupt him in the process, enjoying the sensation; as Inigo comes down on him, the breath he takes in, holding onto before sharply releasing. The second after, having himself buried in him, it's after that that Tidus reaches out to put his hands on Inigo's legs, about to mutter his name.
--until he's stopped, told to even. Tidus blinks in surprise, but he does as he's told, dropping his hands back down. ]
O-- okay.
[ Touching...bad?? Does Inigo have something else...in mind?? Only watch?? (and enjoy?) ]
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Thankfully that latter fact makes it hard to think. Hard - for now - to linger on it. Perhaps Inigo will later overanalyze this moment about twenty thousand times in his mind, once he's returned to a regular level of thinking and functioning, but right now there's definitely not much space in his head for rational thought.
He slowly raises himself up a little, before sinking right back onto the shaft with a moan. ]
I-- I mean.. You can.. touch.. if you want to. [ His cheeks flush, he can't help but go back on it just a little, just out of worry, but then shakes his head, trying to explain. Which is hard in this situation. ] Just-- Just thought.. hah.
[ Sorry, talking and moving at the same time is not a great combination, but Inigo doesn't really want to stop doing either of the two right now. ]
Thought you might enjoy lying back.. a-and enjoying this..
[ The sight. The feeling. ]
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I can...do that...
[ But neither of them are confident, sure - less surrounding the other, and more their own part. Tidus has never relaxed, been still during these moments; and though he's far likely to be a rock in this position, it's strange to be told not to do anything. Not to touch, even caress.
Luckily, it's not that hard to indulge in. As Inigo gets going, and Tidus feels him rising and falling slowly, rocking against him. His hands stay rested at the sides of Inigo's legs by them, but he isn't doing anything with them more than that, just somewhere to keep them so he doesn't fuss.
And it's different without the condom. A missing factor Tidus hadn't thought about, until they came to this point. The closer intimacy, every sensation to his dick, the pressure of Inigo around them. Tidus breathes heavily, the urge in his hips to push up, but he's behaving. At least at this point, asking, if sounding more like a command. ]
Go faster... Move more.
[ But it doesn't sound so commanding, with the breathy voice he asks it with. ]
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But no matter how commanding it is or isn't, Inigo seems to be listening to what Tidus is telling him all the same. It's harder - or perhaps just more exhausting - than he thought, moving like this, but he does try to go faster. Moving himself more, pulling and pushing his hips up and down. His hands move forward, landing somewhere on Tidus's abs, resting himself against Tidus's body while he tries to keep his own moving.
He frowns, almost as if in concentration, and his eyes fall shut. All of this may be a lot of work, but.. it feels worth it. It-- ]
It feels.. good..
[ But that's not the only thing he's thinking here. Inigo is wondering if it feels just as good for Tidus, but asking that and seeming insecure once more at a moment like this doesn't feel right. So Inigo instead lets these words escape his mouth, rolling over his tongue - hoping to hear the same from Tidus in turn. ]
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...for a sexy times, very far away. ]
Think that's why we do this so often. [ For now, Tidus jokes lightly, and the hands that had made their peace with resting where they were reaching up at the covered chest, feeling over the tight fabric. Wandering, with an intent to search out his nipples and play with them, but sliding down along the sides to hips moving, letting them linger.
He's not quiet, far from being discreet with the small sighs of content that leave him. And, speaking of earlier thoughts- ]
You wanna do it like this some more? Maybe we can spend all day doing this tomorrow.
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And that idea is even harder to dislike right now. When Inigo is doing his best to keep moving, when he can feel Tidus's hands against his skin..
Inigo isn't even sure if the other is joking or not. Much earlier on he definitely would have thought Tidus would be joking about that sort of thing, but right now.. it definitely does feel like it could be a serious suggestion, and Inigo's face is flushed as he looks at the other.
It leaves him unsure of what to say though, unsure of an answer, and so he just stares at the other, the only things escaping out of his mouth being the gasps whenever he moves. ]
I.. I don't know if I could keep this up.. that long.. [ He ends up saying, his voice shy. ]
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(And as long as Inigo isn't complaining about his wandering hands...!) ]
I can help, [ he promises, assures, and in that particular instance it's hard to resist - the small rock of his hips, though he can't really move well. His feet creep up the bed to let his knees bend, to give him more lower control; though he won't do that a second time without warning, his hands squeeze at Inigo's legs, wishing he could pull him in closer, but instead speaking in a hushed way just for the two of them- ]
I can take over right now. Want me to see if I can fuck you from here? You're in a really nice position like this...
[ A hand moves up and around, just managing to reach at his ass, give that a squeeze too.
Aren't plans made to be muddled some? ]
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Any confidence he may have tried to display earlier is totally gone in this moment. But it's unfair - how is he supposed to keep it up in the face of this? It's totally impossible. Tidus is just too strong, with the way he can just say these things that hit Inigo right in the heart. He knows he should protest - against the hands, maybe, since he did tell Tidus no touching. Or maybe he should protest that he wants to stick to his original plan and be the one to treat Tidus, but..
.. but it's just.. impossible to resist. When Tidus puts it like that, touches him like that, looks at him like that - coupled with the way the other is still firmly up his ass right now, there's no way Inigo could say no. He's like putty in the other's hands. ]
Sweet Naga-- yes, yes. [ His voice and words turn hurried in their desperation, his eyes momentarily closing as the redness has taken over his face completely at this point. His hands, still leaning on the other, move a little, like he's trying to experience as much as possible of Tidus in this moment. ]
Please fuck me, Tidus.
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Tidus's eyes close as he focuses on nothing else. The position awkward, but so insignificant that Tidus doesn't care. He mumbles Inigo's name, reaching out with his hand not by his ass to curve around his shoulder; holding him, a moment taken to look at his face through half-lidded eyes.
He has no intention of stopping, if Inigo doesn't. His cock slipping out once on accident, an annoying pause that Tidus takes the second to fix, to return to a slow place until he finds a rhythm again. Short buts that he then slows, wanting to take as much pleasure out of this as possible.
But he can't keep this up forever. And he speaks, voice low and shakey, eyes on Inigo again: ]
I'm gonna come... I'll pull out...
[ Because even like this, he remembers that he isn't wearing the condom, and as much as he'd love to finish inside him... ]
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It comes naturally, anyway, the movement, the help, because Inigo is chasing this high just as much as Tidus is. It feels so good to have the other inside of him, and it makes Inigo want to cling to the other, even though he realises that's impossible without making the cock slip outside of him again - and that's the last thing he wants to happen in this situation.
So he resist the urge, instead moving right along, all the way until Tidus speaks up again.
It's very, very hard to think right now, but Inigo shakes his head as a first, instictive response. ]
No, I-- [ I don't want that, Inigo thinks.
Is that too selfish of thing to ask in a situation like this, when it'll probably make Tidus fuss? Ugh, he's way too aroused to even think about the nuances of that right now..! ]
I really.. don't mind..
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Are you sure?
[ But Tidus knows that he wants to. To finish fucking Inigo until he's entirely spent, but it seems - wrong, somehow. Rude, when they aren't using a condom. What will happen? Will it lead to a mess? Is it going to end up totally embarrassing?
They're questions Tidus isn't entirely sure of the answers for, but also questions he doesn't care enough for to stop for, if Inigo gives his reassurance. ]
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So Inigo just nods - even a few times in a row, just for good measure, so there's no chance to misinterpret this - not even able to verbally answer anymore. Instead his grip on Tidus's sides tightens, like he's preparing himself for what will inevitably follow. ]
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Come here.
[ --For Inigo to lower, and bring his mouth to his for a kiss, chaste or with tongue. Whatever it is that their mouths end up doing, it eases Tidus better as he starts rocking up into Inigo once more, holding his ass steady while he feels the increasing climax inching closer than before.
And he wouldn't mind Inigo's face staying near to his, but wherever it is, there's a noticeable building pace before the gasp that follows his release, the spurting cum that's sure to be sliding back onto his dick as he keeps fucking Inigo. His limbs for the most part holding while he empties himself inside Inigo, until finally, he can relax. Relax, with a few last shaky thrusts, before he reaches over to take himself out, and his muscles ease against the bed that's behind him for once.
Even the arm around Inigo drops, coming to rest over his chest. ]
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And even though it doesn't last longer than a few moments, it feels like an eternity, the feeling of Tidus still rocking right inside of him to finish up his climax - and it all feels like too much, from where it's been building up since earlier, when Inigo was fingering himself, and now Tidus up his ass--
Inigo hasn't touched his own dick this entire time, but he feels himself climaxing as well, tears in his eyes from how overwhelming it all feels. He reaches down with one hand to milk himself dry, even as he can feel Tidus already moving out of him. The lack of pressure feeling like a relief, but at the same time making it all the more obvious just how much fluid Tidus released in there, and he feels..
.. tired, mostly. His muscles ache from the positions he's wrangled himself into for all of this. Once Inigo is sure he's well and truly done as well, not even able to think about the patterns of cum he's left all over Tidus's torso, he just lets himself drop.
It's like his muscles are unable to keep him up anymore, and he flops - first right onto Tidus, but then quickly rolling off him until he can feel his back finally hit the matress.
They don't speak, instead just the sound of them catching their breath filling the room. Inigo realises his chest feels weirdly sticky, and it's then that he realises he's still wearing his top.
He breathes out, slowly. ]
Did you.. [ ... it's mostly a pause to breathe, but perhaps a tad of hesitation too. ] Did you like it..?
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