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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.

There's definitely a moment of nothing more than just a lot of shifting being done here to get into a better position to do this. And even when Inigo is hovering over Tidus like that, there's still the matter of making sure their arms aren't awkwardly knocking into each other, which takes more concentration than Inigo would like to have at a moment like this.

But he somehow manages to end up in a position that's relatively comfortable for both of them, getting his hands on Tidus and slowly starting to stroke him as well - thanks, lack of anything in the way due to Tidus's help - without anything too awkward happening.

Until Tidus speaks up, that is.

Because Inigo would love to give a quip as an answer to that. Something clever, maybe even something sexy. That's not what comes out of his mouth though. Whether it's due to Tidus's hand on him, or Inigo's brain still being partially asleep, or just because Inigo can't ever deal with this, nothing that seductive leaves his mouth.

Instead the guy starts looking rather shy as the initial thing that flies out of his mouth is just a: "Did you.. enjoy that too?"

Tidus can go for a quip, a sexy remark, but he can also go for that cute reply too. The expression that comes with it, the hold of his lips that has Tidus moving out to them, even in his own response.

"Yeah." Peck. "I always like it when we get together... and I really like the sex, too."

Which might sound like he's repeating himself, but there's a little more work that goes into Inigo riding his dick compared to what they're doing now, closed in against one another, their hands doing the work.

He goes in for another kiss, this one deeper, his tongue licking at Inigo's lips to get a taste of his mouth.

"I'll have to return the favour... give you a show."

Inigo would pay everything he's got to be able to stay in this moment. Just the exact moment of the two of them lying this close together, jerking each other off.. But most importantly, the moment where Tidus says those words. The positive reinforcement. Inigo feels like he lives for it, like his insecurities drag those words right out of his memory after a while, no matter how many times Tidus says them.

But right now, in this moment, he's living them. Tidus liking it when they get together, liking the sex. Sounding so sure that - if not just in this moment - it feels like Inigo never has to worry about asking Tidus for any of those things ever again, that it'll just always be okay.

He knows that it's a feeling that's going to be pulled away from him eventually, but right now it washes over him like the warmest bath possible, making him gasp lightly into the kiss the other presses to his lips.

"I don't think I can handle a real pro giving a show," he says, managing just a tad of a quip this time. Even though the cuteness is still there too - in Inigo's red cheeks, in that puppyish look in his eyes. So desperate, yet affectionate. "You'd be too good at it."

He hums at the movement of Tidus's hand down there, making sure to keep his own hand going as well.

"I know you'd be."

There's a pleasant mood between them - obviously, when they're both getting jerked off. But Inigo is in such a good mood, always good to see, making his face all the more attractive to kiss despite what he might be trying to speak. But he still lets him without too much interruption; just some to pause him once or twice, and then a mouth that gets to take residence on his for a few seconds more.

"So you want me to treat you like a fan?" If he's the pro (and not in the way that Roland calls him a pro, thanks), then it's the exact scenario the word makes him picture; even if, if Inigo was a real fan, he was already pretty much where he would want to be: getting his cock stroked by a star, and even with the perk of that same star doing the same back. The both of them cherry-faced, smiles and grins.

"I'll put on a good show." A goofy grin, before he leans in and tugs on the bottom of Inigo's ear between lips, a chuckle bubbling up from his throat before he lays a kiss on the cheek. He would say more, do more, but Tidus wants to enjoy the feeling of the friction from Inigo's hand running up and down his cock, the attention he returns; planting the edge of a kiss against skin in that lazy mood they came into this with.

Inigo's show is for the future. This - this was just early morning horniness between two guys being themselves.

He lets out a small whine when there's that sudden sensation on his ear, but it doesn't seem to be anything negative. It's not a whine to stop, it's instead something that comes close to overstimulation in his current still half-sleepy and mostly lazy mood. Like an overdose of Tidus, when such a little bit of the other is already enough to make his heart flutter, especially during a moment like this.

"I'll.. try to prepare myself," he manages to get out, before his lips are the ones seeking out Tidus's own in his moment, their hands still moving steadily, to a point where it's starting to make his body a bit more shakey.

His breath matches when their lips separate again, a little unsteady, trying to find the proper air.

"This might just be the best mood I've seen you in after a mission though.."

.. granted, their current activity might have a little to do with that, doesn't it. Especially since Inigo seems to be in a great mood as well, with his flushed cheeks and his semi-shy smile that occasionally flutters into an actual grin he can't quite hide.

"Maybe you should jerk me off after mission more."

He could be more coy, but with the arousal pooling inside his cock as Inigo continues to rub at him, his mouth might be becoming affected too. It doesn't stop his lips from seeking out more of those kisses, or just finding Inigo's lips to tug at, a flick of his tongue to dance along the soft skin.

"You're not doing so bad either," Tidus continues. Pointedly, with that point being Inigo's dick; the tug he gives his friend slow and meaningful, hand coming around to rub at his head. His thumb presses against the slit for a second before returning back down, working at a quicker pace. Their faces kept close, cheek pressing next to cheek.

"We should do it in the shower again sometime."

It's unfair of Tidus to say stuff like that at a moment like this, Inigo thinks. When he's already so riled up, so aroused by the way the other is moving around his dick, and then he just has to add that extra step to it by suggesting that they should do it again in the shower some other time.

How could Inigo possibly say no to that under these circumstances?

(Then again, it's not like he'd ever want to say no to it.)

"Naga, yes."

There's something desperate about those two words, like Inigo can only barely manage to get them out under the current circumstances. As he can feel himself growing hotter and hotter, he starts moving his own hand more quickly as well, determined to not leave Tidus behind as Inigo's hot breath falls against the other's lips.

"I'd love that. M.. Maybe after the next mission. So we have something to look forward to."

Like them giving themselves dumb rewards - because they know the train won't do it for them.

Who's the one really being unfair? When he speaks like that himself - so approving, aroused, breathless yet wanting even in the first two words that leave his mouth. As he's the one who starts to speed up in response, and Tidus can't help the muttered "yeah" in approval to the hand fucking his cock quicker, harder.

"Next mission?" Tidus repeats, throat thick with the desire that all his brain can think about. "Why wait? We can go right after- I can clean your dick in there too."

But maybe he isn't being fair on purpose, trying to rile up Inigo, get his imagination running wild. Tidus meeting his eyes on purpose, mouth slightly ajar, the ends of his lips curved into a sly smile.

"Or is it more fun to cum on me?"

"Tidus..!"

His voice raises a bit in volume, like Inigo isn't truly in control of it anymore. And he isn't. Of course he isn't - everything about this is making his brain absolutely flatline when it comes to any activity. The way Tidus is still stroking away at him, those words he's saying, that hot expression on his face when he knows exactly what he's doing to Inigo here.

"D-- Do--"

Before Inigo can even finish that statement, it's already too late. The feeling has already built up so far within him, and he ends up climaxing before he can say a single word more. A part of him seems to be determined to not let go of Tidus though, still trying to stroke him, though his own release his making the movements of his hand very erratic, almost jerky.

Inigo breathes hard, apparently not able to say much more throughout the entire feeling than: ".. too much."

It's shaky, Inigo's efforts, noticeably distracted as his body focuses on its climax. Tidus didn't know he would get that strong of a reaction from some dirty talk, but when he feels the cum hot on his hand, he doesn't stop his stroking; waiting until he finally slows, spending Inigo of every last drop.

He feels his own impending release, but not immediately after. There's time to comment, "Just enough" to Inigo's conclusion, a kiss planted to the side of his mouth. Urging after, "Keep going", muttered as he leans back to watch Inigo work on him, his messy hand removing itself from around Inigo's dick to rest on his thigh.

Just give himself a little more time, and the sight of it, his already heightened arousal and the thoughts playing around in his own head will be enough for his eyes to squeeze, the hot spurt of his cum to shoot out, the small muttered "yeah" in approval let out before a deep sigh of relief.

Tidus tips his head back, barely lifting his chin from where he is, but content all the same.

To Inigo's credit, he really tries to gather back enough of his brain once he feels himself coming down even the slightest bit to make the movements of his hand a little more regular again - though his pace is still quick, like he might be a tad worried about how long he can keep this up in his current state of post-release bliss and haze.

But he does keep moving, all the way until he can feel Tidus reach his climax as well. Making sure to pump Tidus through it as well, until he can hear that sigh and is sure the other is done as well. It's then that he releases his now-sticky hand, before allowing his eyes to fall shut without opening this time.

"Guess we really do need that shower now," he mumbles in that state.

A chuckle rumbles inside Tidus's throat, the mess and the hand it's on raised for him to look at it, before using his brain to make appear from his arms the wipes still left from their Kamakan 'shopping spree' for this event occasion. He takes a few, then drops another on Inigo's hand with a "here", before starting to wipe off.

"Ready for part two already?" He's not so spent not to tease though, or even be interested in that idea. Staying in bed might be nice, but if Inigo's making suggestions of showers, then why leave out the fun? He has his eyes on him, wondering how he'll take it - on board with either behaving, or behaving exactly how they like.

(By banging. He's talking about sex here.)

There's a slight whine. "I just meant that it makes me feel so much cleaner than those things."

'Those things' being the wipes Tidus is handling right now. Sure, they get the job done, but nothing is quite as satisfying as just having a nice shower after all of this.

.. not that he's saying he's against the idea, mind you. Which grows more obvious when he's starting to move the wipe to clear himself, continuing to whine - he's too low energy right now for much else - in a slightly more flustered tone this time.

"Not that I don't like the idea, I'm just.. uh. This was so much already, I don't think I can handle that right now after this."

Someone is so whiny for a guy who just got off.

It amuses Tidus anyway, knowing what Inigo means, even if he has no thoughts one way or another. The wipes are just something to do the job, when you don't plan to get up. But, Inigo sounds like he wouldn't mind getting out of bed now for a shower...

...and maybe Tidus is inclined too, but for more than he figured he was a moment ago.

"Really? Not if we took it slow, washed down... then I could help you wash your back, and then go even lower..."

Humour bubbles up in his throat, and he leans his head in, eyeing Inigo, as if refusing to let the other guy hide any reactions to the picture he's painting.

Who can blame for Tidus wanting to watch when Inigo reacts so obviously to all of it? His eyes shut, and he lets out another whine - but it's a whine that's clearly embarrassed by the idea of how much he's into that. How easily Tidus can rile him up with words alone.

After all, that's basically how he got Inigo off only a few moments ago. Someone shut up Tidus, he's growing too powerful..!

"Stop, you're too good at that." With his cheeks flushed red all over again, Inigo bats his - now clean - hand at Tidus, as if that might get the other to magically stop. It's the weakest protest ever, if it could even be called as much. "Where did you even learn how to be that smooth?"

"I just know what I like." And what he likes right now is leaning back, feeling smug for being called smooth. No shame here about that - nor his currently very naked state he's letting continue on here. The wipe has disappeared inside his arms band, to be thrown out later, and he starts to poke at the side of Inigo's thigh with his big toe lazily. Poooke.

"And I dunno. Give us enough time in a shower... I could get out of bed for some more sex."

Utterly shameless.

"I'd say there's only one way to shut you up, but moving sounds like a lot of effort right now."

Let alone reach Tidus's talkative mouth. It's so far away. How is he supposed to kiss it when it's that far away from him while the other is leaning away, huh?

But even though it's true that Inigo very much feels like a blob at the moment - perhaps because he's naturally at least a level less energetic than Tidus, who is a human energizer bunny, or just because the combination of the jerking off and the fact he only just woke up left him spent - it's not like he's saying he's just going to keep lying here on the bed.

".. Just give me five minutes or so."

Then they can go have fun in the shower, mister toe poke.

Listen to this human blob, talking like they did all the rounds, or so is the way Tidus's ears are hearing this complaining. 'Give me five minutes or so'. Tidus continues to use his big toe to poke at Inigo, a useful tool in his playful Inigo nagging.

"You're the one who wanted to get off." Poke poke. "Now you're so wiped you don't want to get out of bed?" Pooke. "You'd get in the mood if we got up and in the shower. Nice and hot and relaxing..."

Poke. Pokey poke. Tidus slips the foot to hook around the back of a butt, nudging Inigo in his direction.

"It was nicer when you were over here."

Read: The problem isn't Tidus's (comfy) position, it's Inigo's, and not being all over him.

Did you not hear him, mister toe poke!

But it doesn't seem like Tidus is giving up anytime soon. And if Inigo knows anything well after having spent so much time around the other guy, it's Tidus's sheer power of persistence. If he hasn't given up yet at this point, then he isn't going to give up at all until he gets what he wants.

So perhaps he just has to choose the path of the least resistance. There's a slight whine at the attempt to foot-drag him over, but then Inigo decides to just move his own body. Even if it's in the most sluggish possible way. Really, the way he moves over towards Tidus is more just that he raises himself up from the bed, only to lazily come down right on top of what Tidus is laying, dropping his body onto the other guy's like a sack of potatoes.

(And really, despite all the lazy whining going on here, it's not like Inigo minds the physical contact. Even if this is quite possible the laziest form of it, exaggerated as a form of small revenge for Tidus's teasing.)

"Happy now, mister?"

Tidus makes the most appropriate of noises as the sack of Inigo-potatoes is dumped over him, a yelp that doubles as a laugh, arms coming around the body above him. His nudging foot turns into legs that trap Inigo from below, as if encasing him in a full-body hug where he is.

"You're heavy!" Nevermind the complaints coming for this guy he's helping to embrace in place on top of him. He can complain and enjoy this as much as he likes! "Iniiiigo. If you try and sleep on me, I'm dumping you in the sea!"

The holographic sea. Which means the floor, in this instance. He even wiggles him some slowly, left to right, more playful than a real threat.

There's absolutely no complaints about the hug he is being trapped in. The way those legs entangle with his own - that's fine. It's all fine. Inigo kind of likes this, actually, so he's rather glad he put in the physical effort to make his body move on top of Tidus's own.

At first he's shifting a little, as if he's trying to make himself comfortable while squishing Tidus underneath him, but then he almost seems to go entirely limp once he's found the right comfortable spot.

And then the obvious follows. Of course there's only one thing he can do in the face of Tidus saying that last thing.

He starts snoring. Not real snoring, obviously, but very obviously fake loud snoring. Look, Tidus. He's doing it! He's 'sleeping' on top of you, for real! Can't hear you while he's sleeping, bro!! Zzz, zzz!

"Oh, you think you're cute, dontcha?"

As soon as the sounds are made, it clicks, and the cheek of this guy has Tidus grinning. And then his elbows are bending, hands coming to grab at Inigo's sides, somewhere under his arms, threatening to pick him up-!

"Time to throw you overboard, pal!"

Bye bye, Inigo!!!!

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