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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.

Thankfully Inigo does know without Tidus having to spell it out. Even in the middle of this situation. It's just because it's the reason they started this in the first place - because both of them wanted to be this close to someone.

"R.. Really..?"

Granted, he didn't understand their use quite as much, but if Tidus is saying he won't use it next time, then there's got to be some sort of implication that it's more intimate that way in worlds that have those - maybe since then there's nothing in the way.

.. it's a thought Inigo kind of likes, but he'd be hard pressed to find a thought about Tidus he doesn't like while the other is buried inside of him like this.

"Ah.. I--.. I like.. that there's always a next time.." His hands start to cling to the other even tighter.

"Like this that much?" It's a tease to Inigo's honesty, what Tidus takes as a horny sentiment and gives a horny remark in turn, feeling proud of himself for the implication shared. Telling him, "There'll always be a next time," as he starts to move again; slow for the first few thrusts, but burying himself in deep each time before he continues in a way to get going, to get this finished. The small moans that return hard to mistake for anything other than enjoyment, and he'll lower himself closer to Inigo, his head to the side of his so he can wrap his arms around him tighter, and Tidus can focus on fucking him.

He doesn't feel the need to give a warning, when he finally comes. There's the signals that Inigo would be used to, as Tidus speeds up, a hand grabbing his shoulder as if holding the two of them in place; the trapped grunt where Tidus sucks in his breath, and then finally lets go. As the rush of the climax overtakes him, then releases fully.

Tidus takes a few last shaky thrusts before stopping, pressing his upper weight on Inigo some, though tilting his face for something other than a mouthful of pillow. Inigo must feel his heartbeat with their chests together like this, until Tidus pulls away, just to give himself some room to pull out.

There's heat, sweat and everything between them, but if Tidus should be thinking about a shower, he isn't. He just slumps in the space beside Inigo, possibly trapping his arm under him.

But whatever. Let him be a log for five minutes.

Inigo is not going to object to this log plan. Instead he's just trying to inventarize his current state as he's laying there on the bed as well. Feeling absolutely spent and kind of sticky. Thankfully he doesn't feel like he got too hard again, or it'd be awkward if he had to try and take care of that now - but something between the blowjob and the fact he didn't exactly have a whole lot of stamina left after the mission must have done the trick.

Which means that he, too, can just stay there like that. Just the two of them on the bed, as they try to catch their breath. Inigo stares up at the ceiling at first while he can feel his brain slowly returning to him, at least partially, but then slowly lets his head lull to the side so he can look at Tidus.

Not even to say anything. Just to watch the other in this moment, as if Inigo is trying to take in every detail of the other's face.

".. hey, Tidus," he then says. Slowly. Sounding surprisingly serious.

But whatever he was going to say, it's just followed up by silence, before he seems to think better of it and heads into an entirely different direction.

"Thanks."

His eyes are closed when Inigo speaks to him. Says his name, and Tidus opens them, slowly; half his mouth still covered by the pillow, but at least his nose can breathe for him, his cheeks flushed and hair a mess around his face.

He wants to make fun of Inigo for thanking him - should he thank him back? - but he's too tired for it, all that want and desire leaving him, empty. But, maybe it's not all gone; as the arm that's left across Inigo's chest shift, his hand coming to cup the side of his face. Tidus strokes his cheek with his thumb, watching what he does.

And then silently, he brings his head in closer to his shoulder, as if tucking himself against Inigo. No, no as if - he is, but deciding not to say anything about it, laying his hand to rest on the other's chest again.

"Let's shower later," he says instead, quietly.

He seems to take it all in for a moment. Tidus's quiet words. The hand on his cheek. The way they're moving closer to each other, pretty much cuddling.

But when he does speak up, it's just with a soft: ".. Together?"

There is the one fear that Tidus may interpret that as thirstier than it is intended to be. Not that Inigo doesn't still like the idea of going for a round in there together, but probably not today. Somewhere between the mission and then this right after his body pretty much feels like it's made out of jello. His muscles ache. He's pretty sure another go might just straight up kill him.

So he makes sure to add a bit more, so his meaning is clearer.

"I just like you being near."

M-Maybe a little too homo, Inigo worries. But he figures that if there has ever been a moment to mask that sort of sentiment slightly, it's when they're together on the bed, as lazy as can be, all huddled up close together.

Should he deal with the rubber he still wears? Should he be considering anything, when it's comfortable like this, bones heavy and his head heavier, a mind that won't think about how he's curled up against the other, that it's what he wants? His thoughts not even going south when Inigo speaks that one word, but he doesn't mind it, one way or another.

He hums at first, and then: "Sure."

Simple, soft. He remembers the offer made before, and he can't be shy now about showering without the extra benefits. And it's just showering; he's not so unused to it with another guy around, has nothing to hide (and nothing, when it comes to Inigo).

He stares off towards nowhere, content, peaceful.

"Let's forget everything else for now."

"I'd like that."

Because there were a lot of things buzzing around in his head during the end of the mission. Even as they were suddenly all thrown back together into the luggage carriage. The first thing that truly distracted him from all the worries that haunted his mind was Tidus dragging him over to their room and leaving him unable to think about anything but Tidus.

.. he's okay with that, at least for a moment more. He'd like to just think about Tidus right now.

"Though.." When he continues, it's with a hint of amusement. "I think I'm going to fall asleep like this at this rate."

He's just too comfortable. And too tired. A deadly combination for a guy laying there naked and dirty.

"Isn't that the point?"

To fall asleep. Tidus wasn't sure there was any other plan in mind, or any consideration to do anything else. Even if he gives it room now, that there's other things to do - no, he can't. His mind is empty, his body as comfortable as it's going to be with the aches and bruises that continues to cling or linger like a ghost; wounds taken, wounds covered up.

All he wants is to be here though, his head on Inigo's shoulder, eyes drifting closed, no other place of concern in his mind.

"I wanna sleep," he asserts, to make clear, since it apparently already wasn't. "End of missions...always a drag." He nuzzles his head, getting it comfortable in the spot it's in. "Let's eat a lunchbox."

Screw making anything or even going to the kitchens.

Inigo lets out a slight noise, turning his head so his cheek is leaning against the top of Tidus's head.

"Okay." It's not like they aren't still going to have plenty of time to eat anything other than a lunchbox, after all. They'll probably be stuck on the train for the rest of the month. Or - if the train is planning to make another stop - at least for a week or two. That's plenty of time to do other things.

But right now.. Right now, it's just the time to lay here together, all cuddled up and warm.

"Want to see who can fall asleep first?" He mumbles, sounding kind of amused.

"Beat ya," comes his reply; a 'I'll' missing there, but the hint of punch to the answer is sure enough to know it's game on.

What a sight the pair of them would be to walk in on, but luckily, there'll never have to worry about that. And Tidus doesn't delay in trying to win this competition put forth - he'd be trying to win it even if Inigo hadn't challenged him.

Because everything is lulling him to sleep right now, and Tidus is more than happy to answer its call.

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