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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.."

Everyone was out there, doing who knows what; being tired, ragged after a mission, annoyed at being boxed into a luggage carriage and grumbling about that. But Tidus doesn't care for the world outside their cabin room - not even for anywhere beyond their bed. His fingers are sliding easily in and out of Inigo; it's been getting easier, the more that they do this, with Tidus getting comfortable with the act as much as Inigo's body adjusting to him.

He slips his fingers out, and he leans forward, to take the groan, half-mumbled words that fall out of Inigo's mouth into his, to give him a kiss, tongue seeking his and holding the both of them there. Wet, sloppy and messy, trails of saliva following when he pulls back to look down at Inigo's face. Leaving a small peck to the side of his mouth before he moves away, to finish what he's started between his legs.

The wrapper of the condom is torn open, and he fiddles with the rubber, the rubbish discarded for the lube bottle, reminding him of the slightly-chill temperature of the gel as he adds a thin layer over his cock. An arm and hand coming over one of Inigo's legs as he shifts himself forward, hovering over Inigo as he lines and presses himself in; the action itself stimulating, the thought of everything to come.

His eyes don't draw back to Inigo's face until once he's fully in him, until the first few gentle thrusts; until there's a rhythm he's comfortable to follow, and he can lean his weight over Inigo properly, his hand with its sticky fingers holding him at his waist as his hips move him into Inigo.

Lowering his head, to leave a distracted kiss or two on his chest; his breath becoming all the more heavier, small gasps catching against his throat as he starts to build speed.

It's weird how the feeling of Tidus slipping into him feels familiar and overwhelming all at the same time. Perhaps it feels even more overwhelming than it usually would, with how sensitive Inigo still is after everything. It feels dizzying, and since his hands had to leave their spot on Tidus's shoulders when the other moved away, Inigo's hands are now once more scrambling to find some spot on Tidus to hold on to.

It's hard at first, with Tidus's body so far away, but when he starts properly leaning over Inigo once more, he gladly takes the opportunity to blindly hold on. First to his neck, then realising how uncomfortable that is, his hands instead shift down, ending up clinging to the other guy's back. His fingers dig in this time, desperately trying to find purchase as he can feel Tidus moving inside of him, Inigo's breath now only coming in huffs between whines.

It's hard to talk. And technically he could just not do that right now, but there's one thing he wants to convey to Tidus - and that he has to convey now, considering there's not really going to be any other time for it.

"Just-- Ah!" Interrupted by his own moan, Inigo looks vaguely embarrassed, shutting his eyes for a second before starting on attempt number two. "Just c.. cum inside me.. if you want.."

It's not like they don't need to shower in the first place, as caked as they are in everything that comes with the mission. What's a little more or a little less to clean up in that case.

Inigo wouldn't need to speak. Not vocally; when the rest of him is loud enough, the noises he can't stop from leaving him, the pressure of his fingers digging in. Clinging on, accepting him, inviting; Tidus knows that Inigo wants him when he's already said as much and let him be here. Why he feels no regret with how much he's letting himself enjoy this, though a small part of him worries about Inigo being too sensitive. But he's not stopping him, and Tidus can't deny how much he likes this.

He hums to acknowledge the permission Inigo gives him, all he really wants to give at first. But his eyes open, searching Inigo's face; his own warm with lips parted, no shame to the way he's breathing.

"I was going to." It's not cheeky, teasing - just truth, when he has the condom on. He doesn't mind then, but he wonders if Inigo knows; lowering his weight on one side as he swaps his hand for his elbow to rest on the pillow beside Inigo's head.

"Do you want me to leave a mess?"

Now he's being teasing, provoking arousal - if that's Inigo's fantasy. What he doesn't know can't hurt him, but if the thought of being finished in is Inigo's thing -- there's a slight curiosity to it, to know what gets Inigo going. To see how he reacts.

Rude, teasing Inigo when he's already so vulnerable to begin with. There's a lot of factors going on here, after all. Not only is there the fact that Tidus is still moving in him while he's speaking, but there's also the fact that Inigo already gets so easily embarrassed.

Let alone when he's being asked about this so plainly, with those eyes hanging over him, looking right at him. Inigo feels so warm that he's starting to wonder if his face is radiating heat at this point.

"Wh-- I.."

It's hard to even speak in general, but perhaps Tidus is already getting some of the reaction he hoped for. Inigo embarrassed, flustered, sputtering. His attempts at talking constantly cut off by more sounds instinctively being driven from his mouth.

"No, I.. I just.." It's not the mess he wants, it's just-- "It feels m-more.."

He almost can't believe he's saying it himself, but how is he supposed to think of a convincing lie when his ability to think is practically zero right now?

"Intimate.."

Chalk that up to the response he shouldn't be surprised to hear, and he really isn't, once it sinks it. Despite that second, he rolls his lips together, licking onto his lips a smile that reaches his eyes; stopping for the moment, and with it he can lean down to drop his lips onto Inigo's for a kiss.

"I wanted that too." In general, and maybe he should clarify, but hopefully Inigo will understand without it. To be full, to be close to someone - he wanted somebody.

Slowly, he starts to move again, a shy smile left on his lips as he promises: "I won't wear a condom next time."

If that's what Inigo really wants, then - he can do that. So his worked up brain is okay with.

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