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[ Tidus is so lucky, so lucky that he doesn't end on that rethorical question, because otherwise he might have had the most embarrassing possible answer of 'well, it depends on how tight your ass is' coming from Inigo.

And no one wants to have to deal with that.

So instead he's lucky, since he asks on, and actually asks something important. Something that immediately takes up all available space in Inigo's mental bandwidth.

His cheeks grow a little rosey as he looks at Tidus, turning so he's leaning his hands on the bed and leaning a little bit closer in the other's direction. ]

Are you seriously considering the possibility of not doing it right now? [ After getting him all worked up with these words, bro? With the idea? B-Bro?!

Though Inigo, no matter how eager he is, does look a bit more shy as he mumbles: ] U-Unless you really don't want to, of course.

[ In this house we respect consent!! No matter how horny a teenage boy might be at any given moment! ]

[ Inigo might've sound cool if he didn't lose it in that addition. ...then again, Tidus isn't thinking about cool so much as Inigo's leaning in, quizzical before thoughtful, then a pinch of amused. ]

What, you ready to go at the drop of a ball? [ Hats, balls. But Tidus doesn't need a response with Inigo leaning forward as he is, instead meeting him by leaning himself; hands reaching to rest on his knees, bringing him to meet Inigo's mouth for a kiss.

Inigo isn't the only guy to get interested so easily. ]

Washing clothes is boring anyway, [ he mumbles, lips still close to each other. Tongue pressing to them, hoping to slip in, bring their kissing in deeper, further. ]

[ Of course Inigo immediately kisses him back. It makes any protest about Tidus acting like he's the only horndog here die on his tongue, since this more than anything proves that the other is just as eager for it.

It's a nice reassurance to have, either way, since it's definitely the sort of thing that Inigo could get incredibly self-conscious over, especially considering his Complicated feelings when it comes to Tidus in this entire mess. At least he isn't just easily excitable - if you want to call it that - in a way that bothers Tidus.

He leans closer, hands finding purchase on Tidus's shoulder to steady himself as the kiss deepens, trying to keep them from collapsing into a boys pile at the most awkward moment possible as his tongue mingles with Tidus's own.

.. though Inigo does seem to have a belated realisation by the time he comes back up for some air. ]

Didn't-- Didn't even take my shoes off yet. [ Okay, so maybe he did get a little too excited, sue him!! ]

[ How unsexy can shoes get? It brings a muffled chuckle though, shoes of all things being what's going to disrupt them. But not before Tidus lays a few more kisses on those lips he wants to eat up, more interesting to him in this immediate time than whatever's ending up in his ass.

... but Inigo did bring up his shoes, so he relents, pulling away with a smirk toying on his lips, scooting himself back again. ]

Take off your shoes, Your Majesty.

[ His hands sit on either side of him, shoulders hunched to add to the pose; of teasing, waiting - expecting, one foot even crossing lazily over the other. A sing-song note to his voice, gaining confidence for no particular reason. ]

Sooo, if we're swapping, does that mean you're gonna give me head?

[ He swings his foot some, to add to the picture of innocence. ]

[ He momentarily turns away so he can actually take off his boots, but even without directly looking at Tidus, Inigo already knows what sort of expression is on the other's face right now. Just the guy's tone by itself is enough to tell Inigo everything.

And while it's a little embarrassing, it is - at the same time - incredibly exciting as well. He can feel his heartbeat starting to quicken inside of his chest as he stares at his boots for just a moment longer than strictly necessary, feeling his cheeks heat up.

Stupid sexy Tidus and his power over Inigo. Stupid sexy Tidus!! ]

[ Inigo sucks in a breath, trying to gather every last scrap of confident inside of him by the time his shoes are fully off and he's looking back at Tidus, moving further onto the bed so he's closer to the other again, supporting himself with his hands against the blankets. ]

Do you really think you can handle both that and having me inside on the same night? [ ARGH.

This would be ten thousand times better if he ever actually felt as confident as he made that sound!! ]

[ Tidus, always forgetting the powers he has, and just going with the flow of the mood he's in, giddy and waiting. Watching Inigo's back with expectations of what's to come next, everything, but especially the build up.

And the teasing that comes with it, getting it returned. Tidus meets the approach with a flutter in his heart, the confidence Inigo wears in his smile. He leans forward his head to meet him, tantalised; having no confidence himself in knowing what to say, but what does it matter more than keeping up their game? ]

Maybe I wanna be spoiled. [ He brings his arms around Inigo's sides, inching closer as he takes them from around his sides, creeping lower down as he gets a husk in his voice. ] Maybe I want you sitting on my lap.

[ Tidus always wants Inigo on his lap, and he's got his hands around his ass to help him scoot forward, get him exactly where he wants him to be.

For kissing. And more. ]

[ Tidus doesn't have to worry about wanting to be spoiled. No matter their usual bickering, Inigo would hand the entire world over to the other guy if that's what he wanted - since that's just how weak Inigo is for him, for seeing this expression on Tidus's face.

It's why he doesn't protest as he's dragged closer and closer to the other. Instead Inigo cooperates, moving his legs and body so he can actually sit down on the other's lap, feeling the way it makes his own heart pound faster and faster inside of his chest. ]

I'm not sure how flexible you think I am. [ He mumbles, though it's obviously between kisses that are being pressed to Tidus's lips already, because Inigo just can't resist.

And sure, wanting to talk and wanting to kiss at the same time is hard, but he's going to make this work. It's just too good to not say it, especially if he wants to remain toe-to-toe with Tidus in this teasing game. ]

But sucking you off while I'm sitting here might be a little difficult.

[ This is them in their best mood, which is always a plus on a train stop day. Not worrying about who's come, who's left - all of that is outside their room, and in here is only the pair of them.

(The higgledies left to have fun elsewhere.) ]

You in that much of a rush to suck me? [ For the vulgarity of it, it's not meant to entice, just amused between the lip-pressed kisses they're sharing. Allowing them the room to slip words in-between, the tease of their tongues now and then. ] What if I want some of this first? You don't like this?

[ Behind, his fingers trespass between the layers of fabric, finding rest against the skin of Inigo's back. Nothing meaningful, nothing hinting like there's a need for clothes to come off. Not now anyway - this is the two of them. So what if this started because of what Tidus asked? He's not going to hurry if Inigo doesn't make them. ]

What?

[ Apparently Inigo is the first one who breaks.

Or rather - perhaps should I say that of course Inigo is the first one who breaks here. Even though the logical part of his brain knows that Tidus is just teasing him, he can't help but react so much more instinctively when the logical part of his brain is pressed further and further away from the forefront of his mind in favour of the part of his brain that's just enjoying the sensory pleasure here.

Which means that Inigo pauses the kisses for a moment. His cheeks light up, and the expression on his face is so innocent that it's almost cute, brought forth by his momentary confusion and the light touch of fingertips on the skin of his back. ]

N-No, of course I like this! [ At least he doesn't seem upset in the slightest - just surprised. Just eager to reassure Tidus that he does like this, before the other gets the wrong idea. ] I want to do this together with you first.

[ He nearly stumbles over his own words, his hands trying to find purchase somewhere that doesn't feel awkward - first landing on Tidus's shoulders, then on the back of his shoulders, then moving lower, before they gingerly move back up to his shoulders. ]

J-Just.. being close for a little while.

[ Of course. Of course. The reaction - the break of their kiss, the worried and earnest expression on Inigo's face is one that confuses Tidus, wondering where it came from. Even if it comes from his own question, nothing serious; but somewhere along in their kissing, the cool was lost.

That's Inigo for you. There's a light chuckle on his lips, and Tidus simply presses his arms around Inigo's waist tighter, as if pressing the two of them closer. Together. ]

I know you do. [ Silly. His voice low, but gentle. ] I'm just messing around, having fun. I'd say you like kissing as much as I do.

[ If he had to answer a survey on it, for some reason. ]

It's cosy, right?

[ There's a low sound coming from Inigo, almost like a kind of rumble that comes from his throat. It sounds a little pouty, or perhaps just a little embarrassed, as he feels his body being pulled closer against Tidus's own.

It's nice and warm. ]

It is.

[ And as long as Tidus knows for real - outside of their joking - that Inigo likes this just as much as he does, then it's fine. He just doesn't want the other to think it's any other way around. ]

That's why I couldn't wait. [ His voice is a bit more of a mumble, and his lips press against Tidus's own, lingering there for a moment before he pulls back enough again to speak. ] If we didn't do this right now, I'd have to spend all this time until when we'd actually do it thinking about it.

[ Imagine how hard it is. Living with 24/7 stupid sexy Tidus on the brain! ]

And doing these on the days of platform stops is even better. [ Because it turns a day that is usually generally crappy into something that's a lot better. ]

[ It's always nice, always warm; always comforting for limbs to be wrapped around close to one another like this, and Tidus enjoys it. A body near to his - that body being Inigo's. The shy way his friend doesn't want to meet his eye when his worries bubble up this way, but a shyness Tidus wants to soothe, and to take the kisses that flutter against his lips and return them, too.

Luckily, Inigo isn't too flustered, even being honest. An honesty that pinches up the ends of Tidus's mouth to listen to. ]

I can think of worse things to be thinking about. [ Than sex. But he pauses himself too, pressing firmer a kiss, a tongue flicking against lips. Asking for a deeper taste, for more than just a brief pause - longer, as he drags them both into a kiss that heats his cheeks. Hands grabbing at that that plane of skin around Inigo's waist, further pushing against his shirt.

But they behave, easing as Tidus's tongue does; almost reluctant to take the breath he does, breathily suggesting (or threatening): ]

What if I made us wait 'til after the mission?

[ ...definitely a threat. ]

[ Definitely a threat. And one Inigo should be so used to at this point, considering this is what Tidus always does. But maybe it's since that deep kiss just melted his mind for a moment, or maybe it's just a typical Inigo reaction.. Whatever the exact reason behind it is, there's definitely a moment where surprise and frantic worry seems to shoot through Inigo's gaze.

It truly can't be missed, especially with the two of them that close. ]

You wouldn't. [ Inigo replies, a little breathy after that kiss.

At least he knows to avoid certain jokes here, like 'what if I die and then we'll never have it'-- because there's only been two people near him while nearly bleeding out during a mission, and he's sitting on the lap of one of them. He's not about to make things that awkward.

Instead Inigo's grip lands firmly on Tidus's shoulders this time, seeming to lean a little against there. ]

I mean.. You want me too. I know it. [ Maybe not as well as he's pretending to right now, but ssh, it's all part of the act as he leans in a little closer yet. ] You can't resist me.

[ Inigo is calling his bluff. Close enough to be read, the uncertainty that weakens the weight of his words unintentionally. It should be so easy to dismiss, to grin as he always does; be sly and meet him, make him wither on his lap at the thought of being made to wait.

'You can't resist me.'

--but Tidus isn't that confident. Not as confident as he can get away with, that he makes himself out to be. Or, it has little to do with confidence, but instead the level that he's met with. You can't resist me. Inigo drawing himself in closer with those words, asserting himself with that grip that pulls in his gaze.

Tidus pauses, heat tickling his cheeks. He licks at his lips, sucks in once his lower lip as he glances at Inigo's own. ]

Can't I? [ He asks it quietly, privately, but wanting to encourage; wanting that sliver of a hint towards dominating to come out more. His embrace around Inigo's waist lowers closer to his ass, but without being restrictive. Just there, if he wants to nudge him later, pull him in, press him close, but who knows what Inigo might get the confidence to do?

Because maybe he likes this flirtation of a more controlling Inigo, leaving him at a loss as to what he can say, unused to this. But all the same- ]

What're you gonna do?

[ He wants more, more of it. Show me more, the question asks and hopes for. ]

[ There's so much signal reading going on here. Or at least - an attempt at doing so is being made. Inigo thankfully manages to keep the expression up on his face, even as his brain is thinking at a million miles a second while he's staring at Tidus, trying to interpret the other's gaze. There's something a little more shy about it than a moment ago, or perhaps more flustered..

.. or is Inigo just reading into that? He never knows these things for sure.

But if this is having some effect on the other, he should push on a little more, right? Even though his heart is pounding like mad inside of his chest, confidence mostly feigned, he should at least try. ]

Something you won't stop.

[ The confidence sounds foreign to his ears, an act he mostly discarded a long time ago, especially around people as close to him as Tidus. But maybe it's still buried somewhere deep within him, just enough to pull it out at a moment like this.

A moment where he leans in closer to make their lips meet once more, but this time he's quick to deepen the kiss. Waiting for a moment where Tidus's lips are parted just enough for him to slip in his own tongue, kissing and lingering there for just a few moments longer than necessary, like he's trying to steal both of their breaths away.

And when Inigo pulls back, tongue slipping out of the other's mouth, something happens. Inigo hasn't even done as much as thought of the powers he had in Diagad, even when other people have mentioned being able to use those powers once more. Inigo didn't really feel like his powers were still there, so he just discarded it as it being something that's happening to random people who aren't him.

But right now - it's happening. It's not a strong force, certainly nothing compelling enough to override anyone's free will. It's just a weak version of the power, but it's there, just faintly. Just enough to enhance Inigo's physical appearance, making him look more attractive in the moment. His hair just a bit more in model, his skin clearing up, his eyes almost seeming to shine a little.

It's not something Inigo himself notices though. He's still too busy trying to be confident - perhaps his wish to seem that way making a weak part of his powers manifest in the moment. Inigo is just scooting back a little on Tidus's lap, not enough to escape the arms the other has around him, but just enough so he can actually open Tidus's pants. You know, without directly sitting on that zipper.

Once he has access, he dips his hands into the other's underwear, his hand seeking out the other's dick and starting to stroke it. Still lightly, at first - or perhaps teasingly, if it's on purpose at all. ]

You want me to make you feel good, don't you?

[ b-bro

It's tantalising to hear Inigo speak this way. Listen to him, playing the role that Tidus will usually be the one to go for; and it's queer for that reason, to be the one receiving it. Nothing that makes Tidus speechless, but eager to witness the show to be put on. Encouraging him into being quiet to allow Inigo the floor.

... the floor that's their bed, his lap; that's technically his body, as much of it as Inigo wants.

But there's no need to think about that, with lips on lips. The inside of a mouth that's easy to find, when Tidus is just as hungry to deepen the kiss, before Inigo grabs the opportunity first. Tidus raises a hand to bring to the back of Inigo's head, fingertips pressing into his scalp in encouragement. Keeping him there, tongue meeting his; a moment that's more than a moment, muscles and inhibitions easing.

So that when Inigo pulls away, Tidus's mouth slightly ajar, the way the light hits him - that flutter of warmth in his chest isn't so out of place. How easy on the eyes Inigo is, how much more Tidus wants. A complaint or neediness ready to bubble in his throat as Inigo moves, but dying when a hand goes to his trousers, dips down and takes a hold of him.

Tidus looks once to see and confirm what's happening, then meets Inigo's eye shyly. Hands sitting uselessly at his sides, arousal stirring in his stomach with the heat between his legs. ]

I do, [ he admits, has no choice but to. Goes on, even when it tickles his skin to say: ] ...I like it when you want me. I don't want you to be able to keep your hands off me - I want you to like my body a lot.

[ He bites on the inside of his lip, brow furrowing in the otherwise embarrassed pull of his expression. ]

What's so wrong with that?

Nothing.

[ The answer comes quickly, easily. Even in the middle of this confident act Inigo wouldn't dare to ever degrade someone, or let them feel like their desires aren't totally valid. Maybe it's because he's constantly so insecure about his own wants and needs - but he wants to make absolutely sure that Tidus knows that everything he's doing right now is fine.

At least the way he manages to say it is confident while being comforting at the same time. It's warm, but strong, and his hand keeps moving, even as he's speaking. Even as he's staring at Tidus's face and that shy look in his eyes. ]

I would do this all the time, if we could. [ .. okay, maybe not all the time, but Inigo certainly is up for it more than they sometimes have time for - like on the missions, when it's really hard to find any privacy whatsoever most of the time. ]

.. tell me. [ His hand suddenly moves almost teasingly, finger stroking over the head of Tidus's dick as if Inigo is trying to coax the answer out of him that way. ] Do you think of this too when I'm not around?

[ Nothing, Inigo says, like he needs to assure him - no, like he wants to. Of course he does, an answer he doesn't need, but a reassurance Inigo would never miss. Because that's who he is, and it makes his stubborn defence all the more childish in the face of it. Who is he trying to impress?

He's like putty, or so he feels; and it's not helped with the continual stroking between his legs, the eyes that transfix him in a gaze that's hard not to weaken under. The thumb teases at the slit of his dick, and an intake of breath catches noisily in his throat, the tan of his cheeks not enough to keep at bay the reddish tint it's taking.

His whole body reacts, in a way that makes Tidus grab at his shirt uselessly,a desire to rub a hand over his chest, to tease his nipples. But fabric is in the way, and so is Tidus's flustered brain, his head instead finding refuge when he rests his forehead on Inigo's shoulder, than to deal with his clothing.

All because of that confidence, those questions. Do you think of this too when I'm not around? ]

Do I think about sex? [ It's a weak jest - What do you think? - but one he can't leave as the answer alone. ] Sure I do. I think about us spending time together a lot - we're just like that now. You're like a roommate I never got to have.

...a roommate I have sex with. [ Added, after a beat - a distinction between the normal expectations when having a roommate. But there's a lot Tidus thinks about with Inigo, a lot about who they are; a lot more than just sex.

But Inigo isn't asking about anything else. Tidus tips his head, breath warm between his lips as he buries them closer to Inigo's sneak, a kiss delayed with the muffled words that continue. ] I think about you giving me a really sexy dance sometime...

[ And he licks with the admission, lips grazing the skin, stopping to suck at the patch for a second. ]

That's really the best one.

[ The answer is so much more than he expected. Inigo thought that Tidus might give a slightly flustered answer, sure, but he doesn't expect the sweeter angle to it. The reminder that he thinks of Inigo even outside of sex, that Inigo is important to him. It's technically something Inigo knows, sure, but.. with how insecure his heart is, a small reminder of the fact never hurts.

It makes the movement of his hand slow for just a moment. Still moving, just slower, as Inigo tries to wrap his head around the thought.

For some reason it hits him even harder than the sexy dance remark. Maybe it's since they've already edged so close to that topic before..

It's only then that Inigo manages to snap out of his half-daze and actually feels the lips against his neck.

His hand starts moving a little quicker again, but then Inigo lets out a slight groan. ]

By Naga, Tidus.. what if people see? [ That felt high enough to be visible above most of his shirts!!

And while technically Inigo does not mind explaining why that's there a whole lot, slight embarrassment aside.. It's not like he can just tell people what he and Tidus get up. He has to keep it secret for Tidus's sake.

But despite his slightly embarrassed whine, confidence - momentarily? - waning, his hand does keep moving. It might even be speeding up a little now, stroking Tidus faster. ]

[ What if people see? What if they do? The suggestion makes his mouth suck at the skin harder. What if? What if? Nothing could be more gratifying in his ears, sinking into his chest. ]

Let them- [ The word muffles, when he peels away from the red mark, wet, skin already hot where he licks at with a tongue also warm. ] --I want them seeing.

[ Them, where he's been - what if everyone saw him all over Inigo? And he's grabbing at Inigo's shirt with clumsy fists, "Off" demanded. The interruption it'll bring to the pumping of his cock insignificant to what else he wants, but Tidus can't deny that it's pushing his loosening inhibitions, too.

A body he wants to run his hands down, the marks he wants to leave where they can be found, where only he'll know their place. Sucking first at his adam's apple as soon as the shirt's been rid of, dragging hard at the pinched skin and flesh for the second he drags his mouth down. Arms pressed against Inigo's sides, hands gripping around and into his back between his shoulder blades.

Tidus murmurs Inigo's hand between another kiss, a trace of saliva left up at the trail starting at his jugular. ]

[ Inigo whines again, this time without words, but it quickly turns into a moan. Not necessarily because of what Tidus is doing - though it does feel good - as much as it's because of what Tidus is saying.

He can't say that sort of stuff without a warning. Inigo feels his heart skip not one, but multiple beats, before pounding so rapidly that it almost feels like he'll faint on the spot. I want them seeing. It's got to be just something Tidus is saying in the moment, because they're both getting worked up right now, but it's so hot all the same. Maybe if Inigo ignores the still active part of his logical mind, he can pretend it's just always true. That Tidus would actually want everyone to know about what they do here, that it would be okay for Inigo to brag about how he's doing all this with Tidus, the absolute hottest guy on the entire train. The guy whose personality doesn't exactly match Inigo's own, beat for beat, but somehow seems to fall in place with his own all the same.

His mind is so far off into that thought, into the dream, that he hardly registers anything else until those hands are already tugging on his shirt, making Inigo release Tidus so he can instead clumsily take off said shirt and discard it somewhere before the word 'off' is even fully out of the other's mouth yet.

And then those greedy hands are on him in even less time, only egging Inigo on, his breath growing more shallow, despite the fact that his own dick is still very much in his pants, completely untouched. How come Tidus can turn him on with the smallest things? Stupid sexy Tidus.

One hand dips back down to grasp Tidus's dick once more, Inigo's other hand moving to the back of Tidus's head, fingers reaching between the strands of his hair almost messily, hastily. ]

H.. Hold on--

[ It's not a protest as much as it's an effort on Inigo's part to catch back up, to not let him slip away so quickly.

He kind of wants to kiss Tidus, but that means interrupting the way those lips are trailing his skin right now, and it's hard-- no, wait, that isn't what he wanted to say or think about! ]

I-- Wasn't I supposed to suck you off right about now?

[ UGH, STUPID SEXY TIDUS!! Distracting him like this!! ]

[ Those moans are an extra treat, when Tidus is already getting a good enough treat in being jerked off. Or was, that interrupted thanks to his own inability to be satisfied so easily, always needing more, more more.

Inigo says hold on, but Tidus doesn't pause or wait, his ears already open to every desirable sound that Inigo makes. Sucking skin between his mouth, his hold of him dominating, wanting.

But, again - he is listening. He peels away his lips, a rosy heat about him that meshes with his arousal, that makes his gaze on Inigo less shy than before when he does eventually bring his face up to look at him. ]

You can just fuck me. [ It comes following a second of deliberation. That, Tidus still wants - knows he wants to, the longer he stares into those eyes, that face. Hands drawing back around so he can touch the side of a cheek and down to Inigo's jaw; his other free hand moving to his chest, appreciating the shirt that's now gone, the fewer obstacles to the body in front of him. The one he wants.

His voice lowers, fingers still lingering on that face. ]

I want you, Inigo... I don't want anyone else.

[ (Words that will make Tidus die in the morning.) ]

[ Forget those words making Tidus die in the morning.

Because they are killing Inigo right this instant.

Sure, he knows that the words technically aren't true. That they're only true under very specific circumstances, or that it's just since the other is just as aroused as Inigo is feeling right now. He knows that Tidus does want someone else. Inigo knows, when it comes down to it, that he's not the one meant to be right there next to Tidus.

But maybe it isn't so bad to pretend, just for a moment. To let himself sink down into that delusion, to allow himself that luxury for once.

His hands still digging into Tidus's hair, he leans in closer, just moving that hand on his face right along if Tidus doesn't pull it away. He presses his lips to the other's, desperately, hungrily.

Don't let him think right now.

Just let him believe.

For a few good moments Inigo just continues kissing Tidus like that, but then he pulls away, sounding like he can barely even breathe when he speaks in short bursts. ]

Do you want to-- or should I--

[ Realising that Tidus finds confidence sexy - right, right, he said that before - Inigo quickly cuts himself off and shakes his head. ]

I'll do it. [ Finally releasing his hold on the other guy, Inigo summons the bottle of lube to his hand, already taking off the cap. ] You just take off those pants.

[ He'll even help.

You know, by getting off Tidus's lap so the other is actually physically able to do so. ]

I'll help prepare you.

[ The kiss is hungry, needy, and it's a good thing Tidus is too. All the talk about sex and desire falling to the wayside when their lips become locked, and it's up to Inigo to pull them apart. Tidus trying to go back in to make those words stumbling over one another harder, but his attempt to kiss moving lips unsuccessfully gets Tidus to lower his expectations - or mouth, kissing at his chin, coaxing with the way he leads them lower for Inigo to tip back his head for more.

--Very distracting, when you're trying to talk about sex. At least Tidus isn't so inclined to stick to kissing to not eventually pay attention to the words coming out of Inigo's mouth. There's something about pants, and oh, right; he stops just before the other is climbing off his lap, leaving him shirtless and with his cock still peeking out from his nudged down boxers and trousers.

Sure, alright, clothes; Inigo wants them off, he's going to prepare, and the undressing part isn't so hard. He lifts his legs easy to get them up his knees and off, thrown off the side. And usually from here he knows how to proceed, but he lowers a leg just to relax them, watches Inigo with wandering eyes; eyes that take notice he's still wearing his pants.

(And hiding his dick.)

That isn't what he comments on. Instead, he asks: ] How do you want me?

[ To sit? Lay? Positioned? ]

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