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[ 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. ]

...

[ why is sex such a hassle sometimes.......

There might be a tiny sigh, or maybe that noise was the packet of condoms appearing in Tidus's hand, the guy digging in for one and then holding out the foil wrap. ]

Try one of these? [ Inigo's probably around the same size as him, right...??? ] We should've checked this first.

[ The condom situation. Good job, them. At least faffing around with condom is a lot less embarrassing than everything else they've been up to, to the point that Tidus isn't pointing his gaze away anymore. ]

.. thanks.

[ There's a grateful, though still embarrassed, nod on Inigo's end as he takes one of the wrappers held out to him. Opening it up, hoping so badly that it'll fit him so badly or things will get even more awkward here. Fumbling a little as he tries to get it on, considering it's the first time he's had to do this sort of thing..

But thankfully it does seem to fit, and though Inigo fiddles for probably a few moments longer than ideal in this situation, he does get it on - if not helped by the lube already being there. ]

A-At least.. we'll know for next time!

[ Inigo says, awkwardly, but at the very least smiling as he moves back closer towards Tidus again. Bless his little heart for nto even thinking about the fact that there might not necessarily be a 'next time' in this specific configuration, or he'd only get more awkward right after saying it..

But thankfully they're spared as much this time. ]

I.. um. I think we're ready now, right? [ Inigo thinks they are.

But he could be forgetting something else obvious. Or, and that's what's actually going on here, he's just nervous about this being his first time on this side of the situation, and he's trying to nervously talk himself into just doing it already. ]

[ Tidus isn't going to speak up against the possibility of a next time, or even make any huffs of impatience over Ingio's fumbling. This kind of hiccup is easier to sit around in than when Inigo's kissing him with sweet words and lips - ugh, this is way easier to deal with than that!

Instead, he's watching Inigo easier, with the rubber wrapping around his dick, and he hopes the lube doesn't actually make it slip off or anything, but he's not so worried as to say anything. Probably because that's more messing around, and when Inigo says what he does to move them along, he'll mentally snatch at it.

Time to get this show on the road-! ]

Okay. [ Okay. There's a tightness in his chest, but he ignores it, relaxing the upper part of his back against the pillows. ] We...can do it like this, if you want. [ Because Tidus has had time to think about it, and to tell himself it can be that bad.

...but also-- ] Or I can get on my knees or- turn around. Whatever.

[ You like, whatever, like they do in the videos. ...with women, but guys probably have sex like that too, right? ]

[ It'd probably help a lot if Inigo had actually seen this videos, huh.

But without them, all the experience he has to draw on is.. really, just the stuff the two of them have done together, as odd as it is to think about it that way. And it makes the thought of Tidus turning around feel a little-- strange, almost. It might be more practical, since Inigo would be able to get himself in there more easily that way, but some part of him strangely dislikes the idea of Tidus facing away from him during all of this.

.. or maybe he just likes the idea of actually being able to look at Tidus, if he's entirely honest with himself.

But since admitting to that might feel much too embarrassing for the both of them right now, Inigo just shakes his head, mumbling: ] N-- No. It's fine like this.

[ Even though he can feel his heart beating quicker and quicker, the pounding of his heart speeding up to the pace of a bullet train in his chest as he gets closer to the other. He ponders where to leave his hands for a moment, deciding to just let them rest on Tidus's hips for now in order to be able to guide himself in better.

Which he's actually doing now. Slowly, though. Partially for his own sake, but for Tidus's sake as well, since he doesn't want to actually hurt the other when neither of them are used to doing it like this. So Inigo just slowly pushes his way in, inch by inch, trying to gauge the other's reaction as he's in the middle of doing it.

(Inigo already can't contain his own shuddering breath though.) ]

[ No. Like this is fine. There's a lump in his throat that means to be a noise, but Tidus doesn't manage it, the anticipation of what comes next beating his heart faster. Nerves chilling despite how hot and clammy his skin is, and he watches Inigo without really settling his gaze on Inigo's. Watching, but mainly because there's nowhere else to place his eyes, himself.

Inigo is in the driver's seat. Positioning himself, each touch acknowledged and intensified. The press comes, the push; slowly, slowly, and Tidus sucks in his breath before letting it go after a few seconds.

No, relax, stupid. He's watching the space where Inigo is coming closer, and there's a shivering excitement, his entrance widened, the ring of nerves stretched.

His own breathing already sounds loud in his ears, but it does unsteady as Inigo gets deeper in. There's a big difference between a couple of fingers and this.

But he isn't complaining. And he'll even say, just for Inigo's benefit- ] S'fine...

[ Clumsily and as muttered as it is. ]

[ Inigo's gaze turns a little more shy as it's looking at Tidus's face. It's held there for another moment, just to make sure that said 'fine' is really fine, before he shyly looks away, down, instead settling on staring at Tidus's bellybutton for a moment. Like it's really important for some reason.

(And like it's not just that he can't quite look the other in the eyes right now.)

He keeps moving though. Still slowly, carefully, but he does keep moving until he's pretty much all the way in there.

For a second he wonders if he should ask if he should stay like this for a moment so the other can adjust around him - but he knows Tidus, knows the other would probably just feel embarrassed, so Inigo makes the executive decision to just do it without asking. To linger like this for a moment. Isn't that what he's supposed to do here, anyway? Take charge?

It does mean he doesn't have to keep his hands on Tidus's hips though, so only one remains there. The other wanders up, gently tracing Tidus's abs, heading further up his chest. ]

You're-- You're tight. [ He says. Clumsily, shyly - but not wanting there to be some sort of awkward silence that there would have been in the absence of those words. ]

[ It's different being on this side. He isn't sure what he was expecting before (well, okay - he was expecting a good time), and he's even less sure about where this fits into it.

...but it is Inigo in him, and he knows about going easy at first times, despite his nature wishing they were hurrying this up anyway. Soon, right? As soon as Inigo knows it's okay to go.

(And what will it be like then? Will Inigo get as into it as Tidus does when they fuck? Will it feel as good as when he does it? For him and Inigo, their parts switched--)

He can't shut off his brain with the anticipation. But with his mind where it is, he doesn't realise the touch to his skin until it's there, alert, more sensitive with everything else. His muscles moving under the presence above.

If it weren't for that touch that follows those words, they'd hit differently. ...but also not be without the embarrassing flush through his body, the whine that escapes- ]

Is that s'pposed to be sexy? [ Is he trying to embarrass him!? Of course he is- ] This is payback.

[ Right? Payback for all his teasing Inigo, constantly. Now he's doing the same to Tidus, and-

There's no way he likes that! ]

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