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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??

Guess who is suddenly doing the thing that was impossible only a moment ago - getting off Tidus, that is? It's Inigo. He's suddenly releasing his hold on the other, trying to move up and get off him as quickly as possible. If Tidus will allow it, anyway.

His face is rapidly growing redder and redder, and he adds: "I-- I mean, I.. wouldn't complain, I think..?!"

He's basically sputtering his way through that sentence. A flustered Inigo isn't exactly the best conversationalist out there.

"B-- But! That's not-- That's not why I.. um, you know..!"

Why this little situation is unfolding down there, he means, but that's just way too embarrassing to actually put into words. Even though it feels like he has to own up to the real reason, or it's not fair towards Tidus.

Tidus won't stop him, trailing Inigo with his eyes, his curiosity knowing no limits, it seems. Does he need to call out a dude for his jerk off fantasy preferences? No, but it's not how he's trying to frame it; and it's not even to entirely tease Inigo, though his expression and questioning can be taken as so.

...and there's no saying it won't be tease fodder for later, but for now, Tidus finishes lifting himself off his back, sitting in an upright position, a knee bent up in front of him.

"Hey, no need to be ashamed. If that's your thing, you know?" So not teasing. "I dunno how much I'd be into that, but ask me if you ever get any other people on board. Who knows? I might change my mind by then."

Absolutely, totally not teasing. What Tidus is doing is grabbing his underwear and trousers, even if it could be argued how long he'll need his underwear with the short destination they're planning to make to the showers. But they'll be put on, along with a shirt.

"I wasn't making excuses..!"

It's a good thing that no one else is here to hear that, because that definitely was said at a way louder volume than Inigo intended - but he can't help it, quickly approaching his limits of being flustered while at the same time trying really hard to properly think and come across as being serious.

It's a hard knock life for an easily flustered boy. One who, on top of it all, is currently trying to put on pants over a very hard boner. Why is life like this? Why is Naga not here to spare him?

"I didn't get excited because of that, it's just-- just the way you talk, when you lower your voice like that.. I-I'm sensitive!" Look at this boy, trying to explain himself in the least embarrassing way possible - only to sound even more embarrassed.

He isn't ignorant of the state of Inigo right now, and it'll be interesting to see them make it to the shower before anyone finds them, or has reason to pay too close attention, as if Inigo would make it obvious about his state downstairs.

But what's far more captivating - what has Tidus amazed, astonished - is the confession out of his mouth. Tidus stares at him, blinking, a guy who has been told just how much power he has over one Prince of Ylisse, but at least isn't seeing it that way. Rather, he never really knew how effective talking like that ever was - a tone more playful before he thought it seductive.

"You like...sexy talk?" Because behold, the same guy who needs to ask the question just answered. Not knowing it was actually sexy, and just how much Inigo likes voices when it comes to sex or anything arousing.

"So... it doesn't matter what I say?"

It would have been easier on Inigo's heart if he went along with Tidus's misunderstanding.

That is quite possibly the most dangerous question Inigo has ever heard come out of Tidus's mouth. And that's saying a lot, considering the sorts of questions he's already had to live with at this point, over all these months.

But this one definitely tops the list. Enough so that Inigo isn't too sure how to answer it. He knows the honest answer, sure, but is that something he wants to give Tidus when it might give the other a little bit too much power? Even though Inigo is sure the other wouldn't abuse it in actual serious situations, they both know how mischievous Tidus can be.

.. on the other hand, isn't it only fair for Inigo to give his friend a much-deserved ego boost when Tidus is doing something right? A-Argh, being too nice for your own good is hard, okay..!

Inigo's gaze has basically darted all over the room before it finally lands on Tidus again, extremely shy.

"W-Well, I'm pretty sure not everything you say that way is going to be sexy.."

But the way Inigo's voice trails off seems to suggest that there is a lot that definitely could be sexy. An entire world of possibilities.

Talk about issuing a challenge.

Which there is an inkling in Tidus to do, a desire to test it out with something like, suck your dick like it's candy or along those lines. But also, he would have to live with those words afterwards, and he's not quite that level of shameless.

But the wheels in his head are turning, and if Inigo is still on the bed with him, Tidus with his legs off the side, ready to get up, then he'll lean himself against Inigo; a hand coming to rest on his farther thigh, eyes on Inigo, a smile creeping along lips. He moves the hand, just to brush the side of it to the dick being restrained behind fabric.

"Well," he starts, in that voice, "then I guess I'll have to do a good job to turn you on."

"Okay!"

Inigo says that, and then immediately jumps up from the bed, shaking off that touch in the process. Not that he doesn't want it - no, that's actually the entire problem! He does want it, and this is so not the time if they first have to make their way over to the shower.

"Okay, that's enough!"

He's frantically pacing around the room to find where he discarded his shirt now, to put that on as well.

"I'm trying to get to the bathroom without letting the entire train you're turning me on..!" It's the sort of statement that would be followed by a 'dude!!!' if Inigo were the type.

As things are now, it's just followed up by Inigo's beet-red face.

He's got so much power!!!!!!

And he's relishing in it, more so for the reaction itself, how flustered Inigo is, than what can be done with it in the future. What can he say? He's a simple guy who loves that expression on his pal there. Tidus stands up, hands resting atop his shoulders.

"Okay," okay!, "No more 'til the shower. Wear a hoodie."

The suggestion comes with a lilt to it, playful and unable to resist, and likely suggesting the obvious. Tidus does the same however, his purple one easy to bring out from his arms; not needing to hide anything to the same extent as Inigo, but let's call it solidarity.

But he is feeling playfully frisky, and seeing what else he can say to make Inigo whine. He might have to be careful about how much he touches him during everything...

The look that Inigo gives Tidus can probably be best described as half-desperate - even aside from how flustered he still looks, anyway. Like he's really begging the other to keep himself to that, no matter how tempting. It's not even like the shower is that far away, but what if Tidus says something in the hallway and someone just happens to pass right by them at that moment?

It'll be over. Inigo will be absolutely dead.

But he does take out his own hoodie as well, pulling it over his head and tugging it down..

.. and then even pulling the hood up over his head, like he's trying to attempt the way his face is the shade of a tomato.

"T-There," he mumbles, clearly flustered. "Can we go now?"

It's uncomfortable being this hard for too long, b-bro..!

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