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"If a smaller boat's good enough for me, it's good enough for a prince!"

Bold takes coming from this blitzball player, but Tidus speaks confidently, not about to back down (in this very safe environment of putting a prince on his level). It comes with another nudge to Inigo's shoulder, but this time by Tidus's hand, a friendly slap, and Tidus shifting to lay on his back. His mood for cuddling is apparently now over. He is a free man, in his tiny houseboat fit for any prince or king.

Or blitz ace.

"Who wants a big boat anyway? Then you have to watch out where the stern is, that it isn't hitting into anything."

N-NO.

Curse you, joke! How could you take Tidus away from him, just when Inigo was getting ultra comfortable in the middle of this cuddling?! There's a definite whine on Inigo's part the moment he realises that he's losing all of this physical contact, and he doesn't even bother to hide it.

Tidus is such a cruel god.

"Am I not getting cuddles anymore because of that?" Bro. Bro!! Look, if they're being in a relatively comfortable mood, then Inigo doesn't feel really bad about openly whining about it like this. Especially since it's just the two of them here, anyway. "Is a pal who doesn't know what a stern is not good enough for you to hold?"

Is that it, bro. Is it his lacking knowledge of boats? He can change, bro!!

"Huh?" It's a confused sound, a puff of laughter too. Objections he didn't know he was going to receive, but he probably should have been wiser.

Still: "What? I stop hugging you for five seconds and you complain? You come here then, I wanna lay this way!"

Because apparently, Tidus isn't over with being bossy about how they lay in bed, about as still in bed as he is in life. And if Inigo wants to cling on, then he'll have to turn over and get clinging.

Speaking of clinging. "You ever heard of barnacles?"

No reason for asking, bro.

".. maybe?"

But as Inigo answers that question - sounding entirely unsure - he's already moving over to come and cling to Tidus. It's not like he minds having to make an effort, after all. What's important is that the other is still okay with doing so, and considering Inigo has permission right now, he is entirely going for it.

So he is rolling over, then shifting a little until he's fully at Tidus's side again, wrapping his arms around the other's torso to cling to him much in the way a koala might. Inigo's legs are even drawn up a little, and his head is this close to just resting on the other's chest.

But he's at least giving Tidus that tiny bit of leeway here, apparently.

"I feel like you might have mentioned those before."

.. but that's exactly the sort of answer that means Inigo has no idea what the word means, though.

Tidus invited him, and he knows better than anyone (at this point) Inigo's preferences for cuddling when he gets them. So the only adjustments he makes is to let his arm go comfortably around Inigo's shoulders - if they're going to be set like this.

"Maybe," Tidus responds idly, like he isn't making a joke on Inigo's behalf. But he's feeling nice(?), and so- "They're tiny. They look like seashells at first, but they're actually something else. Theeey're..."

He drags the world into nothing, then shakes his head. "I don't remember. Anyway, they cluster together on everything! And sometimes, if an animal's real old, they cling to them too. You find them on turtles, or on whales! People have to help scrap them off to get 'em clean again. Guess nobody wants a bunch of tiny guys living on them rent free."

Wow.

Wow.

This isn't going over Inigo's head. At first he's just trying to visualize these things inside of his head, since he figures that's going to be the important part. But then Tidus keeps going on, and the more the other guy goes on, the more Inigo feels like there's a little something more to this.

He's definitely not letting go in offense though. No, if anything, it's like he's clinging even a little tighter to Tidus when she speaks up to whine.

"Are you trying to tell me something, Tidus?!"

W-Well, bro? Are you?

"No?"

That high note, the tone of innocence. So, so innocent. It comes out automatically, and Tidus can do nothing but double down - keeping that sweet note, nudging plaaaayfully against Inigo's body with his.

"I'm just telling you about barnacles! Lil' sticky guys, clinging everywhere, hard to get off... nothing weird about that, is there?"

(Even if Inigo wanted to pull away, like Tidus would let him, with the arm now a barnacle, to keep Inigo in his chosen place. No sulking by going away allowed!)

Inigo isn't really trying to pull back. Mostly since he only just got to cling to Tidus again, and that's a much coveted position that he isn't going to give up on so easily.

But it doesn't mean he won't get huffy and whiny about it all the same. The only saving grace - on Inigo's end here - is that he can only barely feel that arm tightening around him.

Oh. So it's going to be like that, huh. Bro. Pal.

"I don't know, but it sure seems like someone here doesn't want this barnacle to be peeled off!" H-Huff! "So what's it going to be? Do you want me gone or not?!"

Gasp! "Who said you were a barnacle? I never called you a barnacle - do you think you're a barnacle?!"

Tidus treats it with the most utter bewilderment; nevermind the smirk on his face that he inches closer to Inigo's direction, but the other guy is lower than face level, unless he looks up. But does he want to both hear and see how devilish Tidus is being to this poor Prince of Ylisse?!

"Geez - you tell a guy about sea facts, and he takes it the wrong way."

Can't ever do anything nice around here!

Please, like Inigo needs to be able to see that smirk to know it's there. It's practically dripping from Tidus's tone, and Inigo knows the other is only being 'surprised' on purpose! Because this is what Tidus has been after all along!

It's so cruel. He's truly getting bullied here. First a guy cuddles you, and then he bullies you - what's up with that hot and cold attitude, huh?

"O-Oh yeah?!"

Watch it, world. Here comes the greatest comeback possible.

"H.. How about you take this the wrong way!"

And before Tidus has any time to even think about what 'this' is, Inigo is shifting upward enough for his head to be on an even level with Tidus's own again, moving however he has to mid-cuddle to be able to kiss the other again.

Yeah, bro! How about you like that, huh! You can't possibly recover from that one!!

Inigo brings out the positives in being a bully - of this nature, anyway. The fluster and squirming that never fails to delight Tidus, the fun shared between the both of them. ...a certain kind of fun shared, anyway.

So that even if Inigo doesn't give Tidus much time to ponder what'll be done, he's looking forward to it - and his skin blossoms when lips meet his. Inigo didn't give him time to think, but even a kiss out of nowhere - nevermind the kissing that's already taken place that morning - can have its effect on him. Surprise melting easily into enjoyment, and he'll keep their kissing there if Inigo lingers long enough, a hand even coming around the back of his head to help him stay there.

Just a little more, before he leans back, grin felt on his face before he does.

"What way was I supposed to take that?"

A good way? Seems like a good way.

Oh, no worries. Of course Inigo sticks with the kiss for a few moments. It's not his initial intention going into this - since it was part of a joke and just a way to shut Tidus up for a moment, he thought he'd just dip in and then right back out, just to use the surprise factor.

But Inigo is weak. So weak. He tastes Tidus's lips again, and though it's certainly not the first time today, he can't bring himself to pull back that quickly. His heart won't let him. So instead he leans into the kiss, all the way until the other pulls away and speaks up again.

Tidus always inevitably speaks up again. Inigo should've known.

"Can't you figure that one out yourself?"

It was meant to be a witty retort, but the fact that Inigo still looks - and sounds - flustered, it kind of loses its impact. He might even be looking away from Tidus in the middle of the fluster.

"T-That I can kiss you whenever I want now!" (As if he couldn't already before.

Again, it's a very, very witty retort, clearly.)

Tidus wins by doing nothing at all!

Well, except kiss, but that's also part of the package of winning. He's not going to lose his absolute smug expression anytime soon either, with the difficulty Inigo's having stringing words together, and the ones that he picks in his attempt.

"Ohhhhh." Ohhhh. "So there's no way I can stop you? What if I didn't want a kiss," he asks, "--Right now?"

He's watching Inigo, challenging, in a way he doesn't need to, but congratulations, Inigo - you asked for this.

"You're gonna do it anyway?"

Please, there's absolutely no way Tidus doesn't want a kiss right now.

And Inigo knows it. Even in the middle of his huffy and flustered mood, he absolutely is aware of that much. It's part of what makes this decision so much easier when he looks back at the other - also still huffy and flustered, but still managing to say:

"Y-Yeah!"

(Listen, he's so cool. He's the coolest.)

And right after saying that, he does lean back in to kiss Tidus again - shorter though, this time, before he's already pulling back.

"You can't stop me!"

If Inigo had a dog tail, it would be tagging wildly with all this energy and spunk he's putting into being big and confident. What a shameful short kiss, but it's not the end of this, Tidus giving a "Whoa!" once his lips are free, as if Inigo just did the unbelievable.

"So you're going to keep kissing me?" Is this what this is? "We're acting like a pair of goofy girlfriends, the way we're going."

Why girlfriends and not boyfriends in this position?? Who knows. But he's moving his one arm around Inigo's back, half-wondering and ready for this guy to keep in a comfortable kissing position. This is where it's going, isn't it. So much for cuddling.

Clearly the only reason he's using girlfriends instead here is so to not make Inigo's metaphorical dog tail wag even harder and launch him straight up out of orbit. Because that definitely would have happened, even as just a joke on Tidus's part. Girlfriends? Girlfriends Inigo can handle without dying, at the very least.

"Are you complaining?" It might also be the reason why Inigo is looking a little less flustered with each passing moment now. Like he's starting to get a grip on the situation again - and more importantly, on his heart. Though he still does look like he's ready to get huffy again in an instant, if necessary. "I think you're rather liking this."

Inigo reaches out with a hand, lightly poking the curled up corner of the other guy's lips.

"Or is this smile lying to me?"

Inigo, we are always complaining.

But nevermind that. Along with Inigo's flusters, he likes his comfortable faces too, signals that he's also enjoying himself. And he can say this isn't a good situation for the both of them: the promise of more make outs. Well, if Inigo insists, right?

Or demands, in his undemanding way.

"Shouldn't I be smiling?" Any ability to roleplay has been lost to Tidus - that's for beach guy Tidus. This is now just ordinary beach guy Tidus. "You're going for what you want! You should do it a lot more if it means making out," he says with a sly note. "Best way to spend the mornings, you know."

Because they're sure doing a poor job at sleeping, and Tidus isn't going to complain about that. Maybe he's now the dog waiting patiently with an active tail that can't be seen, waiting for the next lot of taken kisses.

Of course Inigo is going to go for what he wants then.

But the only problem here, as he's pressing his lips again Tidus's own lips all over again, moving a hand up into Tidus's hair, is that he wants to talk at the same time. And that's hard, because these lips are pretty irresistible - which means that he's forced to keep pressing kisses to the other's mouth while mumbling words in the slight pauses between them.

"If I went for this--" pause, "everytime I wanted to--" kiss, "then we'd have some.. problems."

Now he pulls away a bit further, just because there's no other way to get air between the kisses and the talking.

"You think I only want to make out in the mornings?"

They're two healthy teenage boys, okay. Who's to say when the need will arise, other than 'randomly' and 'all the time'.

This is what they mean when they say people can be infectious; their smiles, their laughs. Their kisses too, with each one that Inigo plants onto him, spaced between words more appropriate for breathing, but a better time than oxygen. Tidus breathes them in willingly, always waiting for the next one until the promise of more is pulled away from him, with Inigo's mouth.

Maybe he should care less for breathing, and while he doesn't pull him back to him right away, Tidus cups a cheek and the back of Inigo's head, pulling himself forward as he also urges Inigo to come to him.

"I got that impression earlier," he says before a kiss, voice dipped low. "You were giving me signals you were in a touchy feely mood."

...for cuddling, but that's not how Tidus took it at the time, and maybe he's deciding it was that again, now that they're talking about other activities.

Activities that the mere mention of out loud tingles through his body, makes him willing to consider the same. If with a few more kisses taken first, the press of his lips firming.

"You wanna lil' something more now?" he manages to let be said.

Always is immediately at the tip of Inigo's tongue as an answer to that question, but he swallows it back up, fearing that it's perhaps a tad too desperate. But he's still smiling, still eagerly kissing the whole time, and he instead opts to go with an: "Of course," for an answer.

As if Inigo's answer is ever going to be any different when it comes to this. Maybe if he's ever too emotional, too sad, but he sure isn't feeling that way right now. At best he's still a little tired from the mission, but that isn't something that he's going to let stop him.

"Were you thinking of anything in particular?" He mumbles, pretty much against Tidus's lips with how close their heads still are, Inigo kept close through that hand on the back of his head. "Or should I treat you for having worked so hard on the mission?"

Look, the train sure isn't going to do it for them, so a bro might as well do it for another bro instead, right?

"I thought you'd be ready with ideas for the guy initiating this."

It's teasing, the same low voice Tidus was already going for, spoken between the kisses that linger on for a few seconds more. But Tidus does happen to have a fancy in mind, the hand resting above the small of Inigo's back moving to his waist, waiting.

"Why don't you get comfortable and let me get my hand down too?"

Surely, Inigo doesn't need Tidus to spell it out for him where he wants to get his hand 'down' to; the reason why Inigo will need to move into a position to allow certain activities to take place, while not holding himself in too awkward a way for it.

They're already close to in a good spot as it is. But maybe if Inigo leans across him, resting more on his knees with it...

There's definitely a small protest, definitely a, "I was totally ready!", except lacking any of the usual fire that there might be in such a protest. Instead it's more muted like that, sounding more like it's Inigo going along with all of this, already moving as he's speaking to try and get into a position that might facilitate what they're about to do a bit more than their current one.

So he's raising his body a little so their bodies aren't totally melted together, making it hard for hands to get pretty much anywhere.

"Maybe I'm just trying to make sure it's good for you too. Don't you know me by now?"

(In the sense that Inigo is terrible at not constantly thinking about other people rather than himself at any given moment.

But, you know.)

He gets a bit more space between them, enough for a hand to slip into. Maybe it's a little lazy to do this laying down, he thinks - but maybe that's entirely what fits their current mood?

Lazy fits them wholly this morning, nothing deep or meaningful about what they're getting down to. Amusement vibrates in the back of Tidus's throat at Inigo's explanations, his hand doing as he promised in his instructions, coming to rest by the waistband of Inigo's trousers.

"But I've said I like it when you tell me what you want, too."

It's worth pausing to point out, how Tidus can't complain when Inigo leads them into positions like this. But Tidus isn't here to tease, slipping his hand between fabric and skin, to perhaps the underwear worn these days, for Inigo's length. Soft kisses joined by the start of a slow stroke, to help get Inigo into a better state. No foreplay necessary, when they have everything they need, know what they want.

When Inigo signals what he wants, and Tidus is happy to oblige.

There's already a light hum into the kiss on Inigo's end when he can feel Tidus's hand on him - like this is, indeed, all he needs. No foreplay in the world can match the sheer attraction Inigo feels towards Tidus, after all. Just that by itself is enough to get him going any time, as desperate as that sort of sentiment might seem when he examines it a little too long.

"I like-- this," he manages to mumble between slow kisses. Maybe it's a half-mumble, half-kiss, really, because it's really hard to resist the other's lips when they're right there, when he's slowly becoming aroused, growing harder under the other's hands.

"I like--" 'your', a word omitted, "--hands on me. You know I'm a simple guy.."

Inigo pulls away from those lips just for long enough to look like he's considering something, letting out a sigh at the feeling that's slowly starting to brew deep down.

"Get your hips a bit closer, I'll do it at the same time."

He would joke about turning this into a competition - if it wasn't for the fact that he's deadly afraid Tidus might take that idea just a little too seriously.

Tidus isn't going to argue about having hands on himself as well, with the words mumbled between kisses, the arousal that spreads through him like a heat. Warm, and he's happy with the kissing, the growing thickness of Inigo in his hand as he strokes at him.

But if they need to move around by Inigo's command (far from commanding as it is), then he can't complain about Tidus pulling away stroking him off for the time being to follow his instructions. And hopefully miss the hint of shyness that's in Tidus's chest when, far from modestly, Tidus raises his hips so he can pull down at his underwear, free himself from any fuss.

"Hey," he slips in between all this fuss, of getting back comfortable again, an arm ready to hold Inigo around the back of his head when he's over him, "--know what this reminds me of? That other time you were on top of me - in your dancing clothes."

A husky reminder, playful, a grin flashing with the reminder. Watching Inigo's face, hoping he's remembering some details about it too.

"You enjoyed moving your hips back then too."

Heh heh.

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first you get this tag for being the best :(

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