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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? ]

Uh.

[ Confidence temporarily fading - though not being replaced with insecurity as much as it's being replaced by thoughtfulness - Inigo stares at the other, having to consider this for a moment. It's one thing to be entirely used to doing this sort of thing with yourself, but this isn't the sort of thing Inigo often does with other guys..

.. or, well, ever. It takes a moment to figure out what might be most convenient.

(The sight of Tidus's naked body being so distracting also really isn't helping. Inigo might poke fun at the other's training and all on the train at times, but.. If it keeps Tidus looking like this, it certainly isn't a bad thing.) ]

Just lay back. I can work with that.

[ Probably. ]

Make sure you're comfortable.

[ After all, if Tidus isn't used to this, Inigo can imagine the sensation of it being kind of odd - especially when it's another guy doing it all to you.

Also.

In a fit of 'genius', Inigo totally is not as aware of the fact that his pants are still on as Tidus is. He'll eventually realise and feel stupid. For now he's just way too focused on the other to consider his own state of undress - or the half-lack thereof, in this case. ]

[ Inigo isn't the only one going through a moment of genius. Tidus is being told to lay back, make sure he's comfortable, and he knows what the goal is here for Inigo to do, but following those directions - opening his legs but still bent at the knees, inching down so he isn't sitting directly on his ass as much...

...

...

He might be coming down from his horny-driven mind some here, sitting in this position, a brow knitted as his gaze is on the lube Inigo has. Knowing that there's going to be fingers in him, even if it's the guy whose face was making his heart flutter a few seconds ago.

...

...

...is it going to be weird....???? ]

[ By the time Inigo glances over at Tidus, it's like he can tell what thought is exactly on the other's mind right now.

Maybe it's since he can just imagine it so well, given their current situation, or maybe it's just that the look on Tidus's face is so animated - as it often is - that it immediately gives away what the other is thinking. It makes Inigo's own facial expression grow a tad awkward, but he mostly just tries to gently smile.

And perhaps even joke lightly as he says: ]

Come on, don't give me that look. [ Y-You did it to him before too, bro!

But since Tidus is now properly positioned for Inigo to get to work, and Inigo's managed to coat his fingers with the liquid, there's no barrier left to get to work. It's probably better to just.. try it and see how it goes, rather than imagining all the ways this could go wrong or end up awkward.

So Inigo moves to kneel on the bed on his knees, slowly inserting a single finger into Tidus. Starting slow, just to get the other used to the sensation, and at the same time keeping his gaze on Tidus's face to see the other's reaction.

Is it weird to be on this side of things? A little. .. Maybe even more than a little, but Inigo is being a trooper about it. Maybe it won't be weird as long as he doesn't look weird about it, you know? ]

[ HE CAN'T TURN OFF HIS DUMB STRAIGHT BRAIN, OKAY.

Even when Inigo tells him about his face issue. Tidus can't help that, regardless of the protest, the same uncertainty that had plagued his attempts in the shower a stronger doubt than any sparkling allure hypnotising him. It might help to keep his mouth closed however; as Inigo comes nearer to him, and Tidus starts looking around with a desire to protest in his own throat. Wait wait wait, maybe they can talk about this?

--no, the finger is in, and there's a tch as his teeth clench from the cold temperature of the lube. He's not looking at Inigo, or at least, not all the time; but he can't help the first few glances his way, until he catches the eyes on him.

He's pinching his lips tight, an absolute pout on him. You would think he wasn't the guy who asked to do this...

But he knows he is, knows he should acknowledge it with how fussy he's being, and manages to mumble, ] Doesn't hurt.

[ Even if it sounds dumb. ...he might not be entirely relaxed though.

(no, really?) ]

[ .. oh, Tidus.

Inigo feels like he should have expected as much. Every single little thing about this reaction is so much like the other.. and he can imagine Tidus must be feeling kind of insecure and worried about all of this when it's something he hasn't done before. Especially when Tidus has trouble in the first place when it comes to doing specific stuff with guys.

If this had been Inigo's idea, he would have called it off by now, not wanting to push his friend too far.. but in this case, Tidus asked for it. Surely he wouldn't want to back down now, right? It might just make the other feel worse, considering his pride and competitive spirit. ]

That's good. [ Inigo instead says, trying to sound encouraging, but not too much that it gets patronizing.. It's a hard balance, really, and he isn't sure if he's getting it entirely right, but he's trying.

He moves his finger a little further in, feeling just how much the other is clenching around him. Probably out of the sheer tension of the moment, really. ]

I know it's hard, but just.. relax, Tidus. It's going fine. .. You're doing fine.

Please. [ There's some protest to that, attempts to not be patronising failing at the end there, but Tidus doesn't blame Inigo. It's awkward, this is awkward, but he's the one who asked for it, and he knows he doesn't want to sound like he's really telling off Inigo. So he continues, with a forced scoff: ] Blowjobs are less work than this. What if I don't feel anything? Does it feel like anything?

[ He should know, their times being together, how used he's gotten to lubing Inigo up. But his mouth is spilling out every thought in his head, going into nonsense complain mode. All the while trying not to keep his body tense. Just be relaxed, be chill....

Even if he feels that single digit pushing deeper into him, and there's something about it that makes him - flustered. ]

Well, if you end up not feeling anything, then I'm the one who's doing a bad job. [ Inigo tries to say it lightly though, since he doesn't want to come across as insecure. Which, yes, he is, but that's not his intention behind saying this!

It's just to try and take some pressure off Tidus's shoulders. To get him to worry a little less, be slightly less fussy. ]

Just.. leave it to me. Try to not think too much.

[ Inigo moves his finger back and forth a little, checking to see how much leeway he has, before trying to carefully fit a second lubed up finger in there. ]

.. That's what I try to do when you're the one doing this to me, you know? [ Just take it from an expert in taking things up the butt, bro!! ]

[ Don't think about it - the best advice in his life. That's the problem usually, isn't it? His brain overthinking things, never landing anywhere useful. And Inigo's there, being reassuring.

He takes in a breath, the movement in a place there shouldn't be any, different from when he did it. Different from being another's finger. His head turned aside, and he thinks, it's alright if he doesn't look at Inigo, isn't it? While his brain has a fight with itself: wanting to focus more on what's happening, but also to ignore it, to not put too much thought to it.

(Like if he'll like this, or if he should let himself like this. Why is he making such a big deal about this?) ]

I thought you liked it. [ It's not offended, but maybe - well, sheepish. Vulnerable, in that way he can sometimes get. ] I'll be quicker about it in the future.

[ sorry bro..... didn't mean to make you overthink things bro..... ]

[ At least Inigo doesn't really mind it. The way Tidus looks away, the other is so awkward.. For perhaps once in his entire life, Inigo isn't taking it personally. He knows that this is just part of Tidus's issues, and so he just lets the other stew in it for a moment, if that's what he needs, while Inigo tries to instead focus on loosening the other up a little down there without getting too much resistance.

But then Tidus speaks up again, and Inigo's eyes widen a little.

Apparently he didn't even realise his words could be interpreted in such a way, and he has to exert so much self-discipline to keep himself from fully starting to sputter in fluster here. ]

What? [ That instinctive slight 'what?' of surprise still escapes him though, it's inevitable. ]

No! I don't.. [ His protest sounds a little too heavy, so Inigo sucks in a breath, trying to chill out. ] .. that's not what I meant. I really don't mind it, it's just..

[ His voice trails off, and he shakes his head, even though Tidus isn't looking at him. He figures that maybe being honest and gentle about it will make the other feel less bad or awkward in turn. ]

I feel all embarrassed when I get so caught up in my own thoughts, you know..? When I get worried about dumb stuff.

[ And he likes being intimate with Tidus in that sort of way, closely connected when the other is preparing him.

But that feels like way too much to say here, so he doesn't, swallowing it down before the words can leave his mouth. ]

Oh. [ ... ] Alright.

[ He's a little distracted, the fingers pressing into him, the more they're doing by their gentle easing. Getting him used to them, but becoming more present with their moving in and out. Tidus knows he's not going to be able to do anything about the heat on his face, how he must look, that he knows that Inigo won't care, but -

(Don't think about it, don't think about it.) ]

Well, [ he starts eventually, not too long a silence, but just needing a moment, ] --I don't think you have any reason to worry at all. I like it when we have sex. I like doing it with you.

[ There's nothing for Inigo to overthink, is there? When it's been forever since their first time, and Tidus can't recall a bad time between them. All the awkward moments get rather lost in the fact of doing it, in his brain.

Which, speaking of boners, or his hand moving over his belly to take a hold of his cock. Half-laying there, talking about sex, with fingers inside his ass; neither of which are the most arousing subjects or activities, but he was already hard, already horny before that. And even if he isn't the most compelled by the fingering, everything around it is enough to make him want to masturbate as it happens, stroking slowly to enjoy the experience more.

If just a little bit. If just so he isn't sitting there, waiting, doing nothing. ]

I like it too. [ At least that's said easily enough - if not just to make Tidus feel a little less weird for maybe being the only one to say it in the moment.

Especially with Inigo's fingers still well up Tidus's butt. He's still stretching a little, but he feels like he might be able to fit a third now.. that would be enough, right? If he could at least stretch the other that much, then there shouldn't be an awkward moment after where Inigo isn't able to get in for the real main act..

He's pondering a lot of things at once here. That last thing, sure, but also whether or not he should explain that it's not really that he thinks Tidus dislikes it, it's just that he has a hard time ever getting his thoughts to shut up.

.. then again, if anyone knows that by now, it's Tidus.

So Inigo doesn't say anything, instead still moving in Tidus as he sees the other guy starting to stroke himself. A faint blush forms on Inigo's cheeks at the sight. Even if it's a lazy kind of stroking, there's still something kind of hot about watching the other jack himself off.

Even if Inigo won't admit to that. ]

.. hang on. I'm going to fit in a third. It should be fine after that.. [ He doesn't time waiting though, unless there's some Immediate, Passionate Protest, already going right ahead. ]

[ There's two brains overthinking and not trying to, or more so Tidus's right now. He knows he might be putting on a show for the other guy right now, which for once in his life, isn't entirely the reason. But it's better than just laying there, not only for himself. Inigo couldn't like the idea if he was totally disinterested in what was going, right?

He hums in response, won't give any protest. Kinda wants to talk but doesn't know about what, other than the way that Inigo's face lingers in his thoughts, makes him warm and tickled by the emotions in his chest. It stirs something inside him, makes the thought more appealing that Inigo can see him. >Wants to see him. ]

I'm glad that it's you.

[ His gaze is kept aside, Inigo already with that third finger in. Sharing sentiments meant for only them. ]

[ Those words weren't exactly what Inigo expected to hear.

Especially not in the middle of being three fingers wide up Tidus's ass, just trying to gently stretch the other, trying to be gentle.. and just when Inigo thinks that maybe the other has been stretched enough to accomodate him, there's those words.

Inigo's head bends instinctively, like it's trying to hide the blush on his cheeks, the soft smile on Inigo's lips. It's stupid just how happy little words like that can make him, and they remind him of how glad he is too that it's Tidus. How easily the other can light this fire in his heart. Even if Tidus can't be his, Inigo can still cherish absolutely every single moment like this he has with the other.

Slowly he pulls his fingers out. Then he moves just a little bit, just enough so he can actually reach Tidus's face, his clean hand - he's not that much of an idiot to use his dirty one! - landing on the other guy's cheek. ]

Me too. [ He mumbles. ] Don't worry too much right now. I'm kind of nervous too, but.. as long as we're doing this together, then just that by itself makes it good, right..? [ Even if the sex might end up a little awkward at times, considering this is the first time they've switched positions.

Inigo will properly get to it and take his pants off in a moment, but-- he first presses his lips to Tidus's own, unable to let sweet words like these go without adding at least that to it. ]

[ He does look. When there's touch to his cheek, head shifting, eyes searching out the source and finding Inigo looking at him instead. Skin already warm, but maybe under that hand, Inigo picks out the moment that the heat flares, embarrassment that turns his gaze away.

But he's still listening. Stumbles out a, ] S-sure [ to the question, not wanting to think about it, the sappy way that Inigo says it.

Dumb, stupid, sappy Inigo...!!! And with his kisses, too!

It's all too much (for a guy who started this), that he makes noises, nonsensical sounds, mggghrhrs that finally unleash into- ] Alright, alright, let's just do this already, alright? This was a lot cooler in my head, you know - me being cool. Nngh. Whatever.

[ b-baka!! ]

Well, you--

[ Inigo stops himself, cheeks pink. He sure wanted to say that Tidus is cool, because it's true! Even when he's got his awkward moments, and even though Inigo knows way too much about the other and his habits due to sharing a room together like this, he still thinks it doesn't take away from the fact that Tidus is cool. He's a famous atlete in his world, how could he not be cool!

But Inigo is getting the feeling that saying it right now might just plunge the other further into the embarrassment abyss, so he quickly swallows his words back up, giving the other a semi-awkward smile. ]

.. r-right. Sorry for making you wait! [ He tries to twist his tone a little as he says that last part, trying to make it sound more like a joke, like something light.

And then he pulls back, just to get his hands on his pants - ugh, whatever, if they get dirty he'll just wash them later! - to take those off, the lack of underwear meaning he's already bare and ready. The sight of Tidus just now already made him decently hard, something that's visible right away if Tidus dares to look over at Inigo right now.. but he still touches himself for a moment, just to make sure he's fully ready for it, and to coat his own dick in the lube as well.

Because.. sweet Naga, he's really doing this. His first time doing it! H-He can't screw this up..!

Stepping back over towards the bed, Inigo sure looks a little shy as well, though he's really trying his best over here. ]

.. are you sure you're ready? [ B-Because he isn't, bro!! But he's going to try anyway! ]

[ Whatever it was, Tidus is glad when Inigo cuts himself off. Impatience is overtaking him, or that's just the fluster he's in, already feeling less than cool for admitting he's being less than cool. He's stopped stroking himself for a little while now, arms at his sides, fists ball and waiting. ]

Ye-eah. [ --It's all why when Inigo has to ask, Tidus has to stop the pushy Yes! from coming out, replaced by something still needy, huffy, but on the pouty spectrum. Eyes turn onto Inigo as soon as they find him, drop lower, and the sight of Inigo's hand around his cock is - okay, not all that off-putting. Actually, maybe it's a turn-on, his mind already as many steps ahead as it takes to get to "being fucked by that dick".

Because for the embarrassment that's there, he wouldn't be doing this if the thought hadn't been hot to him in the first place, along with curious.

But, oh yeah, just remembered- ]

You got a rubber?

[ bro?? ]

[ Thank Naga that Tidus's brain isn't skipping several steps here in the rush to get their horny on.

Because Inigo's sure was - in a way that was only made easier by the fact that it's not the kind of thing he ever would have had to think about in his own world. But now the realisation seems to be hitting him like a sack of bricks, his face turning tomato-red in shame.

Any and all sexiness is immediately sucked out of the situation, because Inigo's voice almost sounds squeaky when he tries to force words out mid-embarrassment. ]

U-Uh, do.. you..? [ haVE ONE FOR HIM HE MEANS, YES, PLEASE DON'T MAKE FUN OF HIM, HE IS A TENDER SOUL..!!

Just look at this stud. ]

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