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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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