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"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!!!!

"Nnnnnoooo!"

Inigo does start moving the very moment he feels like he's being grabbed. If not just because he won't put it past Tidus to jokingly throw him off the bed. And while that is something Inigo could very much physically handle after all this time, he just got comfortable! Don't make him lose his spot again and force him to climb up from the floor!

So he instantly moves to cling onto Tidus as tightly as he can, ensuring that the other absolutely can't throw him off the bed without rolling off it himself. His arms are held around Tidus so tightly now, his hands clinging to the other's back as if Tidus is his liferaft in the middle of a storm on the sea. Who cares if they're naked if they're just being dumb.

"I don't just think I'm cute, I know I'm cute!" Yes, it's a stunning - though joking - act of confidence on Inigo's part. A small miracle. "And you can't throw a cute guy overboard! That's illegal!"

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Trust a guy to save himself being thrown off a bed by clinging onto you! This is a situation making Tidus's job harder, though he wasn't putting much effort into it in the first place - just enough to get Inigo worried, leading them to their current position.

He should've seen this dumb position coming. Then again, dumb was already on the table, and he wiggles in the hold Inigo has on him, hands still clasped onto Inigo, but not attempting to throw him away a second time.

(Yet.)

"Illegal by whose rules?" Tidus asks, mock-incredulous. "Don't I get a say? I'm the boat here!"

A naked human-shaped boat, but still a boat!

"It's illegal by.. boat law!" These are some murky waters - pun unintended - Inigo is moving into here, considering Inigo knows hardly anything about boats. And at the same time he is clinging to the boat master extraordinaire, giving Tidus a clear headstart in this joking argument.

But.. you know, as long as Inigo can keep on clinging on to the other like this? He's fine. He doesn't mind losing the boat law argument. His (lack of an) ego can take it.

"Besides, you don't feel like a boat."

Is that a compliment? An insult? Who even knows. Perhaps it depends on one's opinion about boats.

Inigo squeezes Tidus a little tighter as he's saying it, anyway. "You're more like a comfortable pillow right now. I like it."

"Ohhhhh, boat lawww," Tidus lilts, as if giving possible credence to Inigo's argument. Nevermind the lack of sincerity to his tone, but then - it's the one this goofy situation deserves, as Tidus suffers the crime of Inigo being flopped over him, hugging him like a sausage roll.

Tidus is the sausage, Inigo is the roll.

But Tidus is a pouty sausage if he is one, when he also turns from boat to pillow, and this seems like a good time to start his poking again; this time with a finger, and his target the back of Inigo's shoulder. It's where he can reach easy with his arms where they are.

"You're not gonna fall asleep on me like this." Don't get any ideas, bud! "If you wanna go back to sleep, I wanna sleep like a normal person. On my side. Under a blanket."

And not a human blanket.

Inigo would take offense to Tidus refering to sleeping like this as it being something a normal person wouldn't do. Inigo is a very normal person, thanks, and he would very much like to sleep like this! Even if he were the sausage and Tidus were to be the roll, Inigo could still contently sleep, he thinks.

But no, there's no need to be offended. Inigo is way too comfortable and happy in this moment for any offense. Instead he just hums, seeming to snuggle up against Tidus even more..

.. perhaps that's his very, very faint revenge, after all.

"Five minutes," he answers. "I told you, five minutes."

Before they can go to the showers, remember? Didn't Tidus want a little something more?

"Unless you're trying to tell me you might die if you have to suffer this for five whole minutes."

Gasp.

Tidus would like to see the proof of this being a very normal manner of sleeping - better to see it than to suffer it! But Inigo offers him an opening to a lot of ways he can show his suffering over dealing with this for five whole minutes.

"Oh, yeah. Five minutes turning to five hours, more like." But he'll huff over it in the mildest of manners, not really that keen into being the whiny insufferable guy (for being the one being laid on!). Instead, he seems to accept the position he's in, sighing as his arms drape around Inigo's back, crossing one another, having a place to rest. Eyes turned to the ceiling, but they're closed, his body allowed to relax.

"I wanna read how legit this boat law of yours is later."

Totally would read that, if it actually existed. Totally.

"Oh, sure," Inigo easily agrees.

You know, with something that absolutely isn't true in the slightest. But he's way too comfortable to worry about that in the moment, especially with Tidus's arms wrapped so nicely around him too. Can he just stay like this forever? Or maybe at least those five hours, that'd be nice, even if Tidus might not necessarily share that opinion..

"There's a lot of rules in boat law, you know. Like the rule that I deserve a hug at the very least once every ten minutes."

"That's bogus!"

All of this bogus, but that's the law that gets a laugh out with the exclamation, tickling Tidus even after. He shakes Inigo some, a humorous chide to go with it. After all-

"You've never even been out on sea! Right? So how come that's a law? This law's starting to smell way too fishy, pal!"

Tidus will take this to the courts!!

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