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It's different, feeling Tidus up like this after a mission. Inigo almost worries if his hands may come across some sort of wound, but it seems like anything of the sort is gone - maybe thanks to the potions, or maybe there weren't any there at all. Instead he just feels his hands following the familiar lines of the tight muscles on Tidus's body, while soft gasps are being stolen from his mouth by just about everything right now. The kisses, their close proximity, Tidus saying those words of all things.

Tidus telling him he's easy to want. Easy. To want. The guy Inigo already lusted after for ages, thinking it would be forever one-sided, only to now somehow arrive at a point where Tidus is randomly initating this right after a mission, even telling Inigo something like that. It's overwhelming, especially coupled with the other sensations going on right now, and he feels his eyes growing a little moist.

"I want it," he says, while his hands are sliding up higher, brushing against Tidus's nipples, before retreating down and out of the shirt so to not stop the other guy in case he wants to go down. Instead he rests his hands on Tidus's shoulders, fingers digging in. "Will you.." It's interrupted by a frantic kiss, Inigo's own lips chasing Tidus's just as hard now, but then he continues. "Will you suck me off..?"

Hearing Inigo be just as dirty is intoxicating, no different from what he's also offering, a position he really never expected himself to be in. Always with his eyes on the girls, and there's that pause in himself, to have the request be made to the point - but it doesn't put Tidus off, humming the affirmative with a kiss on Inigo's lips, before hands drop to his waist and he starts to lower himself down.

There's an ache in his legs as he does. There's an ache in a few places, and he doesn't care about any of it, undoing the buckle of Inigo's belt undone, getting to the button after that. Feeling the side of his hand brush to where his cock is on the other side, sure that he's already somewhat hard, if not entirely. But Tidus is the same too, and he's ready to make Inigo more so, one hand pulling down on his trousers while the other grabs his cock, and he lays his tongue flat at the base, along a vein, just for the taste and heat, to suck on it, just because he can, because he wants to.

And then he lets his hold adjust, wrapping fingers and starting to stroke a little, watching with a flush to his face and on his chest, waiting for the moment to suck his lips around the head.

He can hardly believe this is happening. Even with the question that he audibly asked Tidus a moment ago, there's still a difference between asking that and watching it happen in real time. Tidus who's so handsome, so charming, getting on his knees like this. For him of all people. Even though he's so much into girls, here Tidus is with him instead.

The skin on his face feels so hot that it threatens to burn him, and he imagines that his dick can't be far off, especially when Tidus starts touching it, when he can feel that tongue, already letting out a moan.

(The only good thing about these train cabins is that you can't really hear ruscus coming from the other nearby cabins.)

He was already hard to begin with, but even just these initial touches are enough to make him grow even harder. For a moment he can't help but cover up his face with one hand, so flustered at how desperate it must make him look, even though it's not exactly like Tidus is looking up at his face right now.

"Ah.." It's almost overwhelming. Already. And it hasn't even started yet. As if Inigo - if he tried - could truly get off just on the thought of this alone.

So when the other starts moving, when he can feel those lips moving in, first even just along the tip-- he can't hold back the moan on his lips, the other's name that rolls off his tongue.

"T-Tidus.."

"I'm gonna." It's said as reassurance, a promise, easy to mistake as a response to impatience, when really all Tidus wants to do is to answer his name said. His lips still so clock to the head of Inigo's cock, any insecurities and worries that he could be feeling right now - about doing a good job, about doing this right - far pushed to the back of his mind for just doing.

And with his hand around the base, he can still get his mouth around the head and more, moving slowly, trying to get everything comfortable and not to think too much about how it feels. He's still getting used to this, thinking about these things as either the giver or receiver different from the real thing. But Inigo is hot in his mouth, and he moves easily, the noises it makes turning his ears hotter with an embarrassment that's as much arousing.

It's the same when he finally pulls his lips back, the way they pop from the saliva, the suction. His palm slick with the moisture as he pumps at it, not too fast, not too slow. Eyes looking up, mouth still close to Inigo's cock.

"You'll do the same for me?"

He nods. It's not really a controlled nod - considering it's repeated a few times, and kind of shakey - but it's a nod all the same.

"Of course." Of course. No matter the situation, it's not like he's ever going to be unfair to Tidus, of all people. The two of them are so close. He's not going to make the other do this, only to let him hang high and dry with his own problem down there afterwards.

Though it's hard to say too much right now. Everything about this feels so arousing, so dirty. Even the little things, like the sound Tidus's lips make when he pulls back, with the way Tidus is moving his hand back and forth on his dick when Inigo already felt so sweaty and messy in the first place. (Sweet Naga, his hair must be a mess right now, he only now realises.)

His hand that was covering up his face moves down though, sliding across Tidus's neck, and then up to cup his cheek. It's a gesture that feels natural to Inigo, but a second later he can't help but worry it might be a little too tender for Tidus right now, and he slides it a little further, the upper half of his fingers disappearing in the other's hair.

"I'll take care of-- of you too."

Where Inigo worries, makes it brief, Tidus wishes the touch had last. A brush of affection on his cheek that lingers with him after the fact, and he'd ask for it again, ask for more, but he's really not in the best position with him being on his knees and a dick in his face.

And he really doesn't want to leave Inigo like this either, so he picks Inigo's needs before himself, for some silly pang of desire to be caressed that he wouldn't ask for anyway.

It's easier, to take Inigo back into his mouth; not knowing really how far he should take this, or how to think about it for longer for a few seconds, then decide he doesn't care for it. It's easier just to suck him off, the small few moans that creep up his throat, small stutters of sound from the movement, the act.

He really doesn't care at all. Ears open for the sounds of Inigo's breath above him. He'd even let him come on his mouth, he acknowledges to himself, in this bizarre fit of sexual greed. All to make Inigo go over the edge, to throw him off, to exhaust him for no other reason than want.

And he'll say it if he has to, if Inigo warns him, with a mouth that doesn't want to pull away from the cock it's around, saliva trailing his chin.

"Go on-"

Before he returns, with his fist pumping harder at the length of Inigo's cock, his mouth around that head, pushing him to a release.

He's thinking about it, as his need builds. Realising that he's going to need some place to unload, and thinking that he doesn't want it to have to be Tidus's mouth, not when they're right off a mission. Maybe he can somehow pull back without it seeming too embarrassing, or.. or..

Ah, it's way too hard to think right now.

So when he looks down at Tidus, hearing those words almost mumbled from somewhere around him, there's no choice. He can't think, he just feels, and it's all too much, and--

Before he fully realises it, there's already a groan, louder than any before, coupled with an "I--" whose sentence he can't fully finish.

Instead he just cums, releasing himself right then and there in Tidus's mouth, the feeling so overwhelming that it's like his vision blanks out for a moment, his knees only barely holding the rest of his body.

His breath is wild, uneven, like he just ran up a mountain, but the moment even a shred of conscious mind returns, his mouth quickly tries to form words.

"I.. Tidus, sorry, are-- are you okay..?"

It doesn't hit the back of his throat, getting Inigo off like this. He feels it, and would he, were his cock deeper in? --the hot spurt of cum on the back of his tongue, how it comes out. His eyes squeeze more to the sensation, but Tidus doesn't stop; not until he's sure that he's gotten him off enough, until he figures it's alright to finally slow down, his lips coming together as he pulls Inigo out.

He's not sure what to do in that moment, though the answer is obvious, too. Tidus still hesitates, but as soon as he doesn't--he's sure that it's gone. A flush that draws him some out of that aroused state he's got himself in, embarrassment that warms his cheeks. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, drags it over his chin.

But his arousal is far from gone, standing up with a rocky start with how the ends of his knees feel, a bruise somewhere on his gut that's probably nothing but a phantom pain. He doesn't need to answer Inigo vocally, when as they meet face to face, he brings his mouth to his instead, bumping chests together and holding him by the shoulder in a kiss that's deep, impassioned, but nothing frenzied.

Parting lips again with a small sigh, lingering so close that they still touch.

It's an odd sensation. He was kissing Tidus only a few moments ago, but here he is kissing him again - and there's a definite different taste on the other's lips. Not entirely, but the kisses happening so relatively close together really makes it stand out - like he's tasting himself in the kiss.

It feels a little weird, but nothing Inigo can't adjust to as he moves his arms up, wrapping them around Tidus's shoulders to hold him close. Kissing Tidus's lips again, and then pressing another one against the corner, explaining between breaths: "Don't worry, I.. I didn't forget."

That he promised, only a moment ago. That he'd do the same for Tidus. He will, he will, it's just--

"Just.. need a moment." Considering that right now his legs still feel as wobbly as a newborn fawn, and Inigo would like to at least be with most of his mind intact while trying to suck off his bro. Just ten seconds. Just a moment or two, please, while his head still feels so empty.

Still keeping one arm around the other's shoulders, he moves his hand to gently swipe his thumb across Tidus's lips, getting rid of whatever slight remainders of the earlier action may be left there.

"I know," he kisses to the side of Inigo's mouth, then can't help but to kiss him again. Overly affectionate with the state he's still in, the erection straining against his underwear, but he's behaving otherwise. Giving nothing more than kisses that he keeps pressing to skin than asking for Inigo's mouth, his tongue; but he's letting himself enjoy a something extra in his moment, with his body close to his, his temple sometimes leaning against Inigo's.

A little clingy, a bit wanting. But he'll pull away eventually so not to keep crowding Inigo, suggesting, "We can move onto the bed."

They don't need to be as spontaneous as him, and just really want to suck a dick with the dickee leaning on the bedroom door. It's cool, it's okay, there's a perfectly good bed right behind him.

It says something about the way Inigo seems to draw Tidus back in a little when the other moves away - like he's saying he wants the other to be right there, that close to him, just as much as Tidus wants right now. It's just that Inigo is a tad slower about it for the moment, slowly regaining at least enough of a brain to be able to move and talk better.

"Yeah," he says, followed up by a quick peck, then a deep breath. "Go lay down."

Inigo smiles, his hands burying themselves fully in Tidus's hair for a moment, affectionately combing through it. But what show the affection the most is Inigo's eyes, really. Especially with the hint of the lost energy in them, they stare at Tidus like he is the entire world right now.

"I'll take care of you."

With that he drops his hands. Mostly so Tidus can go to the bed, but also so Inigo can pull his hands back up, before he tries to walk with them half-down and trip over his own legs. It's fine, they're dirty and will need a shower and a laundry session anyway in a while.

Go lay down. He could comply, but there's a thought in his mind, one that allows Inigo to pull back up his pants and nothing else. With that done, his arms come around his wait, picking him up off his feet and turning the both of them around.

"You're coming with me," Tidus tells him, cradling him in the few steps it takes for them to get to the end of their bed and to shift his knees on, only dropping Inigo down once they're both some-way onto it, Tidus above the other with a playful grin lost - as soon as it can be - into a kiss.

There's meant to be something here about Inigo blowing him, but Tidus may have lost the memo right away, with his hand pushing up the other guy's shirt and the other back at sucking on his neck.

The distance between the door and the bed is so small that Inigo doesn't even fully realise what just happened until it already happened - past tense. After all, in no time he finds himself on his back on the bed, staring up at Tidus's face hovering over him, feeling his own face growing more red by the minute as he realises. Tidus carried him. Even if it was just for two steps or so, Tidus carried him, laying him down here, now kissing him again--

Tidus is so constantly overwhelming, but it's in the best way possible. A way that makes Inigo's hands move onto Tidus's head, burying in his hair. It's almost as if he wants to pull that head off him, but can't quite bring himself to do it, the sensation of the other all over him too nice.

But even so, Inigo hasn't forgotten his promise.

"Tidus--" He starts, an incredibly weak protest, and he lets out a sound midway between a gasp and a whine as he continues. "T-Tidus, come on, I thought it was your turn."

"Second." There were more words mumbled there (something like, 'in a second'), but it's lost in the laziness, in how Tidus is moving lower, mouth dragging from the neck it starts at and down to the chest he finally frees by pulling up Inigo's shirt - a little help from the guy himself appreciated. Tongue hot and tasting skin, taking a nipple to tease, to suck. A palm tugging at the muscle of his chest, keeping his shirt pulled up with his hand resting on his shoulder.

In a second might more be like, in a minute, or whatever Tidus pleases, taking his time. Considering out loud, leaving breath hot and scattered kisses on Inigo:

"Maybe I'll distract you 'til I can put it in."

Dude, the whole reason he was not helping with the shirt situation is because he's trying to be responsible here so they can move into a position that's a little better for dick sucking!

But alas, it doesn't seem like that's happening easily. Not with Tidus's overwhelming desire, dragging Inigo right along in it. Sure, there's a guilty feeling in the back of his mind, like a slight part of his brain can't help but blame him for every moment his repayment isn't happening.. but it's only a slight part.

The biggest part of Inigo's brain, after all, is entirely going along with this. Wanting it too, reaching back for Tidus, trying to shift so his shirt rides up more easily, and then laying down once it's higher up so it stays that way - leaving Inigo's torso bare for the other, more frenzied huffs and gasps escaping Inigo.

"Well, it's working.." He mumbles, fingertips scratching lightly against the other's scalp before they move out of the hair, instead starting to blindly search for the waistline of Tidus's pants.

"I didn't-- didn't think.. you wanted me this much.."

His hands finally managed to find their destination, starting to unbutton those pants the best he can while he can't exactly look what he's doing.

When there's hands on him, going lower, Tidus shifts up his hips, crawling himself forward some, even if it means he can't keep his head down and flicking, teasing at the nipple he's become focused on; has to bring himself face to face with Inigo.

"You kissed me first," he mumbles, the words themselves brushing their lips; and he steals a kiss before Inigo responds, while his brain and body are hoping, waiting to feel Inigo's hands on him. On his underwear, feeling at him, while he can barely keep himself off Inigo as it is.

Does he make any sense to Inigo in this moment? But Tidus remembers them, out in that world, that moment when he pulled them in and kissed him with a You're great. Still playing on his mind, even now.

He brings them cheek to cheek, asking soft yet slick with desire, flirting with the question:

"Do you want me too?"

It takes a moment of fiddling still. A moment in which Tidus shifts, looks at him, mumbles, kisses him. And sure, at this point it would be a lot easier to just lift his head a little, turn his face to he can look instead of just fiddle, but it almost feels like he can't look away from those eyes hovering above his own.

Thankfully Inigo manages to undo the button all the same, pushing Tidus's pants down - or just away from his butt enough for his underwear to be in reach, Inigo's fingers trailing across the outlines of the other's already aroused bulge from the outside of the fabric.

"Of course," Inigo says. Without thinking, almost breathlessly. "I've wanted you for ages already.."

His hand dips into the underwear, not fully getting it off yet - because he can't get to work anyway while Tidus is still above him like this - and so instead just leaving his hand in there, fingers wrapping around the other's shaft. Not pumping hard yet, but more just a slow, almost teasing stroke.

"I've been crazy about you for the longest time."

Maybe that's a little bit more honest than Inigo would admit to specifically if he were in his right mind - but after getting his mind literally blown a few moments ago, things like these just slip out easier.

Tidus sighs. A breath of relief, satisfying with those words. I've wanted you for ages already; wanting him inside him, just as much as Tidus wants to be in him right now. He could get off to the thought.

"You should've told me earlier," he mumbles to Inigo's lips, kissing him between words, some briefer the others. "I would've done it if you asked."

Instead of being on his knees, blowing him off. But he doesn't sound disappointed, just a sleepy kind of exhausting and turned on at once, content to be here kissing Inigo, his cheeks, reaching as far and high as his temples. His lips keeping there, pressed, then a bit harder before he sighs again, a request that might sound a little pleading:

"Faster."

If just for a while, if just for a few strokes. He doesn't want to mess around Inigo a second time, but he wants that extra attention than just a tease.

There are a whole lot of things Inigo could say in response to what Tidus is saying. But everything either sounds way too self-depricating or too desperate - moreso the former than the latter, really - so he swallows all those words right back up.

Instead he focuses on something easier to say, something a little lighter, like: "Commanding me already..?"

They're just words though, just a joke, because Inigo is already moving his hand faster even as he's saying those words. There's no way he's not going to listen to the other's requests regardless, no matter what it is.

"I can't do this forever though, you know.." He bridges the gap between his mouth and Tidus's own when the other is busy kissing his cheek, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. The implication of the reason why he can't do this forever - because Tidus will definitely cum if he takes this too far - unsaid, but what is added, is.. ".. Unless you want to be extra sensitive."

I-It's cool if you're into overstimulation, bro, he won't judge!

Bro, he just wants some of that good stimulation, bro. It rushes through him, making him unable to think about kisses, about doing anything but leaning his head by Inigo's. But the other guy gets a huff out of him, a laugh; their noses rubbing on accident as he brings his face to his.

"I didn't know if you were ready," he confesses. He didn't want to try entering Inigo when he was still coming off the stimulation. But Tidus draws his arms back now, placing a hand ready to pick himself up some, depending-

"Can I try?"

Permission to go in, bro???

It's a valid concern, really. Especially since Inigo's expression shifts just a little, a slight "oh, um" coming out of his mouth the moment Tidus asks him that question.

But it's mostly just because he didn't quite expect it to go like this. He thought more about Tidus laying there on his back, Inigo bending over him to take him in - until those plans were shaken up entirely by Tidus deciding to just plonk Inigo down on the bed by himself.

But it's not like it can be bad like this, right? Just-- different. Just a way he hadn't quite imagined it yet.

"Yeah. I.. I'll let you know if it feels weird."

Verbally doing that might be hard, sure, but it's not like that's the only way of pulling Tidus's attention that he has.

With the permission granted, Tidus rises so he's resting on his knees, his trousers undone, hoodie a mess of mostly his own blood smeared on one arm and, sweat; he pulls that off to a shirt that's visibly cleaner, though there's a patch of blood on his upper shoulder that might be visible. A wound dealt with, but not with cleaning up after the fact.

He's been pre-occupied. Is pre-occupied, shuffling his trousers down and underwear to his knees, bringing out the bottle and packet of condoms he just has in his arms band than the sensible place of 'somewhere in their room'.

(Like where? A cubbyhole? And just leave it there for anyone who comes in to see--)

He'll help Inigo with his own trousers too, getting his legs up, and they don't even need to be all the way off for Tidus to get access; dribbling some of the lube over his fore- and middle fingers, knowing by now to go in one at a time. Carefully, he massages around the ring of nerves before pushing in; glancing up at Inigo's face, but watching what he's doing, preparing him, going from the first knuckle, then down to the other slowly.

If Inigo ever gives him reason to, he'll stop. He'll ask too, "You're good?" just in case, before finally moving to put in another.

Thankfully Inigo's already mostly gotten his pants off by the time Tidus is ready to get to work on him. It's made a bit harder by the sweat and grime that's got his clothes clinging more to him than they usually would, but there's enough time to even pull his shirt up and over his head from where it's bunched up near his neckline, carelessly tossing it onto the ground.

It's going to need to be put into the laundry anyway - but it's a little more convenient if it doesn't have to be put in there with some mysterious white stains.

But the rest of the progress actually feels a little easier than last time. Maybe since he's starting to get used to it a bit more. The feeling of Tidus's fingers rather than his own, the initial cold chill that the lube sends down his spine, making him wince for a moment. If that makes Tidus stop, he'll just laugh it off and urge the other to keep on going.

"Yeah," Inigo says. A tad more breathless when the second finger goes in, as he feels himself trying to adjust to being filled up more. But not enough to leave him unable to speak, instead smiling as he says: "You're getting better at this."

(Perhaps interrupted by a slight gasp if Tidus moves one finger just a bit further. Not even in a bad way, more just-- still aroused and sensitive, especially after having gotten that blowjob from the other.)

There's a hum in place of a laugh, the second finger going in, the ends of his lips tugging higher to hear the hitch in Inigo's throat, the noise he makes.

"If we showered together, I'd get more practice." He drops his voice low to say it, to be as slick as his fingers teasing inside Inigo, pressing in on the walls and pushing in. Being as careful as he can be, but he might need to be more-so than that. He'd give kisses in apology, but right now the position isn't great for it, and it's better to focus on one thing at a time.

"How about it? Didn't you say you used to get yourself off like this all the time?"

Fucking himself with his fingers, and where else would he get the chance to? Inigo doesn't really need to be teased like this - what happened to being careful? - but Tidus wants to see what he'll say, how he'll react.

There's a few groans as he feels those fingers pushing further. There's a hint of discomfort in it - because really, how could there not be in a situation like this - but no real protest or any other indication that Tidus should stop. Instead Inigo just raises his hands to latch onto the other's shoulders, trying to stablize himself by holding on there as he shifts a little to try and make this easier on both of them.

"Y-Yeah, I did.." Inigo's face definitely grows red at that reply. Not that it should be shameful. After all, he admitted as much himself before, and it's a little dumb to be so embarrassed about it when Tidus is already knuckle-deep inside of him in this very moment. But it's just a reaction, something instinctive he can't quite stop.

He sucks in a shakey breath, and then adds: "Let's.. shower together then."

After all, what does Inigo have to lose in this very moment by admitting as much? Especially when the idea of it, actually having Tidus there with him rather than imagining it, makes his gut feel like it's on fire. Even the thought that people could be outside waiting for them, having no idea what they were doing in there.. That's kind of hot, too.

"I.." Inigo pauses, groaning. "I really wanna.. with you.."

cw tidus being thirsty

just a little horny, as a treat

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