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"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!"

Edited 2021-11-04 21:05 (UTC)

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!!

Inigo huff-laughs. Or rather, it's that he intends to huff, but a laugh breaks through before he can even get the full sound out, especially with the way the other is playfully jostling him on his comfortable resting spot.

"It's an everywhere law! But that's why it's part of boat law too!" Clearly this makes sense somehow. Inigo is just running with whatever logic his brain can summon at the moment. "You aren't forgetting that I'm royalty, right? We get to make all the rules, including the rules about when the halidom's prince deserves to have hugs and cuddles!"

Sweet Naga, if only it worked that way. But it's pretty obvious that Inigo is just joking, because he never pulls out the prince card when he's being serious.

And hey, he does sound like he's slowly becoming a bit more energetic again now.

What sound logic. Tidus pokes to the top of Inigo's head, as close to his forehead as he can get.

"Oh yeah? Then tell me what's in it for the rest of us! You are a fair and just prince, right?" Right? "What's the laws for the rest of us? Come on - I wanna hear how great this halidom is for the rest of us."

The rest of us, in the halidom of two people in a room being portrayed as a very fake beach. Tidus has his eyes down on Inigo, as if he might be able to catch his gaze; and if he doesn't, he'll just lean his head back and listen to whatever masterful ideas Inigo comes up with.

"What? You expect something out of this deal too? You're not a prince though!" Please, Tidus, you can't get fame everywhere just by being a super famous blitzball star!

But Inigo does realise that kind of kills the joke, dead on arrival, so he laughs as he captures the other's gaze, seeing the light and amusement in Tidus's eyes and continues, by playfully humming.

As if this is a matter he has to consider really, really deeply.

"I guess I could give you a benefit or two though, if you're really nice to me.. How about becoming the royal advisor of sports, hm? Ylisse could use some help with that!"

Has Inigo not heard about being a fair and just ruler over the little people?? Tidus has only just, but he could argue about it if Inigo's going to use his title as a prince to get all this loving when and as he pleases! But it seems that bribery is on the table, and Tidus can get down with a little corruption; humming as he considers the potential new role in his future.

"So what would I do? Decree what sports the people play? You over there play soccer-" he waves up a hand from its resting place on Inigo's shoulder. "-And you play tennis! And you've got the legs for volleyball!"

He's been directing unseen people behind Inigo, but then looks back at him once he's done.

"Like that?"

What Tidus would do is a good question, considering it's something Inigo didn't even think of before jokingly giving the other the title. It just felt right, okay, and he's pretty sure the other guy could think of a much better interpretation of that sort of job than Inigo - who has only learned about sports through Tidus in the first place - could.

So he just smiles.

"Doesn't sound that bad, right?"

Besides, the people of Ylisse would probably need some help in deciding what sport to do in the first place, considering they wouldn't really have heard of any of them..

"You can teach them too. Like you did with the kids back on Gyueran." Don't think Inigo has forgotten about that! It's among his first batch of Tidus memories!

"And like I teach you, right?" Granted, it's more 'drags into playing with him', but it still counts! "You can teach them with me! It's your sister you say who's going to be the one busy with royal business, so that leaves you with time to go around the place. You can't get all your hugs if you don't go out and get them."

Listen to this, this flawless logic. Tidus giving Inigo a goofy small smile, cuddled up naked against one another. Nothing about it sexy, but plenty playful, and it's more the reason that Tidus's hand starts to slide down, and he offers slyly, "I can take you for a few rounds later."

And then grabs an ass cheek to squeeze, that small smile turning into a grin.

Honestly, the idea of going around Ylisse and doing that with Tidus sounds.. kind of fun. Inigo knows that it's an impossible dream, considering the fact that this version of him isn't supposed to exist anymore in any Ylisse, and considering the fact that Tidus is very much just a dream boy outside of the train, but.. it's nice to think about it. To just imagine it. How much fun it'd be to spend their days together like that.

It makes him smile. In a way that's cute, and wholesome--

And then Tidus grabs his butt like that, and it's enough to get Inigo instantly back to blushing and aroused. Ugh, why does he have to be so good at this?! Who ever let stupid sexy Tidus exist?

"I-- Is this the sort of stuff sports people do in their.."

.. Inigo pauses. He's definitely read Tidus's blitzball magazines, and he's trying to think of the word 'locker room', but can't quite remember it..

"I-In their sports clothes switching room?" (So sexy.)

Sports clothes switching room.

It gets a cough of laughter from Tidus, cute in his ears. But he can tell there was an attempt there to be flirtatious, making it fortunate for the other guy that he falls back into a wide grin before more laughter. His hand doesn't let go off his butt, giving it another squeeze - playing with it, since he can - while he watches Inigo.

"Is that the kind of room you'd like to be in?" And, leaning in his head just an inch, his voice dipping. "--A bunch of guys naked and ready to put their hands on you? I think the Prince of Ylisse wants a lil' more than a hug, everyone..."

He can't do anything like give Inigo a kiss, but he can trail his other hand up along Inigo's spine, reaching into the back of his hair to brush his fingers through.

The Prince of Ylisse is a very shameless prince indeed.

Nope.

Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope.

The chorus of 'nopes' in Inigo's head swells until it's an entire choir's worth of them, especially when he can feel himself starting to grow a little harder again at the dip in Tidus's voice. It's always the little things that get him, isn't it? And while usually it'd be mildly embarrassing, right now it's an actual problem, considering Tidus is right there underneath him.

Able to feel absolutely everything.

"Okay, okay!" He squeaks, sounding like someone begging for mercy. "Let's-- Let's get to the shower! Okay! Please?"

B-Bro, just don't notice how hard he's getting, okay!!

Tidus is aware of the way that Inigo's body reacts to him, thank you very much. His expressions too, the rush of his voice pleading.

Inigo, apparently, has a certain fantasy. Or so, Tidus can't help but wonder if he's hit on the right track of thought. He does lift his hands off from Inigo's body, putting his elbows to start to lift his upper body, but more to aid him look at Inigo, searching.

"Hey. Would you wanna get with a couple of guys at once?"

He asks it, not in the tone of confusion but intrigue. Ooooooh, bro, are you into this idea??

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