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[ 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! ]

What?

[ The tone to that 'what' is just a little too honest for it to be anything but genuine surprise. Inigo didn't even think of teasing the other, he was just-- just noting something he was feeling! Is it that bad? Is it embarrassing?

Inigo has no clue. Perhaps that's why he doesn't elaborate, not wanting to drag them further down into the pits of embarrassment. Especially when both of them are way too good at that.

Instead he finally starts to move. Slowly pulling back, before moving forward again, bucking his hips as he moves inside of Tidus. It does feel good, even though it's so different from how they usually do this. Good enough to shut him up for a few moments, instead the only sound being his breath growing more uneven until he speaks up again. ]

Is that.. so bad? [ Is being sexy gay now, bro!!! ] You're sexy.

[ He's not even intentionally teasing. Not even now.

It's just what Inigo honestly thinks as he watches Tidus like this, watches the other's face as Inigo keeps moving. ]

[ Of course this guy isn't doing anything on purpose...!

Which makes it all the more aggravating, when Tidus can't be appropriately slighted. As if Inigo teasing him while touching him in an appreciative manner would be better than Inigo saying whatever wanted to come out of his mouth, in the more aptly Inigo manner. Distracting Tidus between everything he says, the slow pace of fucking him; creating a flutter in his brain and belly from what's been said, what's being done.

Oh, he could tell Inigo exactly what the problem was with that. But there's no way to protest, How can I be sexy looking like this? - with his hesitant looks and miserable faces (they have to look miserable, right), and not make him sound like a loser. He doesn't want to bring down the mood that way.

No - he knows what he wants, with his eyes turning onto Inigo's, meeting his gaze. Biting some on his lower lip, but he lets it go with a sigh, a small sound in a breath as he lets his head tilt while still keeping Inigo in his vision. ]

If I'm so sexy - why don't you fuck me harder soon?

[ If there was ever a time for his challenging side to stir - but it gives him something, like a promise of a semblance of control. ]

It's fun when you do it like that - that's how I like doing you.

[ There's a lift to his words, an implication to them. But you know that, right? ]

[ Inigo so knows that.

And for a moment it threatens to throw his brain entirely off balance. There's nothing quite as powerful as Tidus saying the words that's how I like doing you to him, and for a moment Inigo forgets that he isn't the one laying on the bed there, with Tidus buried deep inside of him. Because that's right there those words bring him back to inside of his mind.

His face is getting redder and redder, and not just from the friction caused by the way he's slowly moving inside of him. ]

O-Okay. [ He stammers.

Look, it's hard to be the one in charge when Tidus says stuff like that! It throws him off! Brooo, you can't just say that stuff, why don't you just let him say sappy stuff, broooo...

But he doesn't just say that. Putting words into action, Inigo does start moving faster. Pulling, then pushing himself back in, picking up the pace, quickening his own breath at the same time. ]

Don't complain.. if it's too much. [ He manages to force out between breaths. N-Not like he's super worried about this maybe b-being too much for Tidus, okay! Not like he's fussing!!!

(He's fussing.) ]

You wanted this.

[ And then - and this time certainly more intentional: ]

You wanted me.

Ah-

[ It's a mumbled sound, but sound all the same; catching in the back of his throat as Inigo pushes deeper in. It sends a shivering through him, and he grips into the bedsheets without anywhere else to hold onto. Unless Inigo's arms are close enough, then he will; his legs hitching a little higher, keeping where they need to be to let Inigo thrust without interruption.

He might regret this later, egging Inigo on. But right now he won't show it, won't think about it, a challenge as much for him as it is for Inigo.

(brooo sometimes we need to assure our delicate emotions by topping from the bottom brooo)

You wanted me. ]

Don't let me regret it. [ There's none of the same challenging tone in that, encouraging in its own way. Maybe more, when Tidus raises a hand to brush against his cheek, moving onward to his neck and nudging it with his new grip.

He tips his chin back, lips already parted, but there's a look in his eye to say -- kiss me. ]

[ There's no verbal answer necessary there. Inigo recognizes the signs, and he's ever eager to please, even in the middle of a situation like this. He's already leaning in, pressing his lips against Tidus's own. The kiss is kind of sloppy though, since Inigo is so focused on continuing to fuck the other even as he's kissing, and having his attention on two things at the same time when he feels like he's rapidly losing his mind is hard, if not impossible.

But the lips are pressing all the same, Inigo's tongue moving to lick against Tidus's parted lips, to meet the other's tongue.

One of Inigo's hands remained on the other's waist, now with Tidus's hand holding onto it, but he moves his hand that was wandering before back to the other's opposite hip now - needing to ground himself like this in order to keep going.

The last thing he wants to do here is mess up now like an idiot and make things awkward, after all.

Instead he spends the remaining brainpower he has - if any at all - on listening to Tidus. To the sounds the other is making in the kiss, trying to see if he's into this at all, wanting more than just that small 'ah' of a moment ago. ]

[ The kiss is sloppy, messy; trying to find lips and then mouths, Tidus's tongue wanting to go deeper, being needy despite everything he's already getting. But when has that ever stopped Tidus? Inigo can miss a few thrusts so Tidus can take what he wants, and Inigo can be closer, hear from the parted lips and in his uneven breath, every sound he makes as he fucks into him.

Tidus refuses to let Inigo move away, stay where he is, the two of them crowding in on each other. Gripping his head close to his, letting his mouth escape, but bringing their foreheads to lean on one another. ] Keep going, [ he whispers, a demand even at a volume only for them. He lets go of the wrist, fumbling to find Inigo's waist without looking, sliding up the side, a kind of thoughtless caress before he moves the hand to his own dick.

He can wait to get off - wait until Inigo's finished, and it might be easier, he has no idea. But he wants to experience it, Inigo fucking him like this, and him pumping at himself, the head of his cock slick with a few drops of pre-cum.

The emotions, the display of want, the filthiness - it's all enough to make a guy groan. ]

[ It's a little awkward, the current position, but Inigo still does his best to keep fucking Tidus the best he can, even with as bent over as he is right now. He still sneaks in kisses, only realising where Tidus's other hand just went from realising where it last was before it disappeared off his body.

It doesn't take too long to realise with that that Tidus is jerking himself off. It just makes the situation hotter, and it makes a small noise escape Inigo as well. ]

Tidus..

[ By Naga, this sensation is too much. Tidus is just all around him, his lips on Inigo's own, his body wrapped around Inigo's dick, an entirely new feeling, but an overwhelming one. Like he's being squeezed tightly..

Inigo doesn't know how much longer he can keep this up, but he wants to drag it out, savour every single moment he can still do this. Somehow managing to let some words slip out across his lips, even though Inigo's conscious thinking brain is slowly starting to fade away in the face of all of this. ]

Damn, this is.. hot..

[ It's not the most comfortable, but it's passionate, a kind of fervour that Tidus wants to stay entranced by. Enough now going on that makes Inigo fucking him all that more agreeable than his initial hesitations. ]

Don't stop, [ meets the thoughtless murmurs. Tidus can think plenty to know that he wants Inigo to cum first. The hand around his own dick a welcome, but he's not mindless, knows he doesn't want to get himself too going before Inigo is sure enough spent.

He catches Inigo's chin between lips than anywhere else for a kiss, but it's skin. That works. ]

C'mon - [ He speaks around hot breaths, with; encouraging and between the small gasps he can't keep back. ]

'm.. getting there..

[ It's almost more mumbled or whispered against the other moreso than it's being said. Words flowing out of Inigo's mouth without any real thought being put into them, just trying to let Tidus know where he's at.

After all, Inigo has never been great at holding out for too long, and even less so in this new position. It feels so different to be inside of Tidus than to have the other inside of him, and the way Tidus clenches around him as he moves sure is starting to slowly bring him closer and closer to the edge.

The clearest sign of that is the fact that his movement is starting to get more erratic, hips frantically bucking against Tidus to rock into him.

It feels so nice that he almost forgets to pull out. It doesn't feel right to just finish right inside of Tidus when they're doing it like this for the first time, not even while wearing a condom, so he manages to barely pull out at the last moment, releasing himself into the rubber with a moan of Tidus's name on his lips.

His hands land on the bed, holding him up. The one thing that's keeping him from collapsing in the moment as he's slowly coming down again. He'll help Tidus out in a moment - only his gaze is a little less cloudy, and his mind less of a foggy mess. ]

Hah...

[ They're both building up to a finish, though it's Inigo's finish that Tidus wants to come first before him - literally. But whether he wanted to slow down by choice, the way that Inigo pounds into him by the end, the way his own hips buck and his lower body is more unsteady than before, he removes his hand, takes a grip on the side of the bed.

One last encouraging, ] C'mon, like that- [ repeated off his lips, breathy, until Tidus hears his name, and a surprising - real surprising, and he even grunts a noise of confusion - sensation below.

A strange sensation. Tidus doesn't know what it is. But Inigo isn't moving anymore, which means he isn't, beyond the rise and fall of his chest. There's the sound of both their panting, an odd chorus in the room. Tidus tries to look at Inigo, an urge to bring his feet to rest on the bed, but he isn't sure if it'd be good to; wondering, breathless. Maybe his mind not entirely on straight. ]

Inigo?

[ It's not a name said with exact worry, but just - everything good, pal? He'll give him some time, though.

As long as he didn't accidentally break his dick, or - did he pull out? Was that what that was? ]

[ He hears his name, though it seems to come from impossibly far away, and he quickly tries to rest on just one hand, so he can move the other to stick up a thumbs up at the other - as if to say that he's alright that way.

Especially in this state, when it's hard to find words. Or even harder to find the ability to speak in and of itself.

But after sucking in a few more breaths of air, Inigo is already moving. It doesn't feel right to totally neglect Tidus in this moment, even though Inigo still hasn't fully come down, so he's moving on the bed to position himself above Tidus a little better. If Tidus's hand is still on his dick, then Inigo will join him, gently trying to nudge him into letting go and letting Inigo take care of this, but otherwise he'll just take over for the other right away, starting to stroke the other.

Not even bothering to go slow, considering it's not like the other isn't already worked up. ]

.. does it feel good?

[ It's said softly, like Inigo is a little embarrassed to ask - which he is, really. But on the other hand, he doesn't want to feel like he is the only one who got something out of this. Now it's Tidus's turn. ]

[ It's not quite as fun to be jerking off while your partner is coming from their orgasm high, though his hand has paused where it is than completely let go. He's watching Inigo, glad to see him move; not because he wasn't expecting him to, but the promise of coming close does mean he might get a fun lazy kiss on the lips.

But oh, instead, he gets a hand around his dick. Tidus isn't a boy who needs any more encouragement to let the other take over, switching that hand over to hold onto the curve of Inigo's neck. A hum of content mumbled against his lips that turns into a tiny chuckle. ]

This, [ he asks, eyes narrowing with a wide grin spreading across his mouth, ] --or what you just got doing?

[ Heh.

But he won't wait for an answer (but he will a reaction), letting his body relax as much as it can with the growing tension as Inigo pumps at him, both his hands now curling around Inigo's neck proper. ]

I'm pretty okay with both.

[ And he's pretty okay with letting Inigo continue, pushing him to his brink, a small 'Inigo' stuttered a few moments in warning before the groan that follows the cum releasing from him. Eyes closing for the seconds that it lasts until he's finally spent. ]

[ Inigo's hand lingers there too until he's sure that Tidus is fully done. Moreso than his release, Inigo feels like he can tell from Tidus's eyes - from having seen them so often during moments like these, though the roles are usually reversed.

It's then that he lets go, before letting himself collapse on the bed too. The ache in his bones is different than it would have been if their positions were reversed. His butt sure feels a lot less sore, for one. But the feeling that's still coursing through him, that post-sex high - that doesn't feel all that different.

He puffs out a breath, before speaking up with a lop-sided grin. ]

.. only 'pretty okay', huh? [ He's joking. ]

[ This post-coital is different from the usual, but just in the physical sense. His butt already feels weird, but Tidus isn't going to linger on that more than the usual part of them and sense - the good sensations, the tingling giddiness as Inigo jokes back, and Tidus is pulled in more, grinning with his head tilting in his friend's direction. ]

Wanna wait five and we can see about upgrading it to amazing?

[ With a round two, wink wink, nudge nudge? But there's a laugh even as Tidus says it, breathy, exhausted, not to be taken serious. Though he might not completely decline doing more if things ended up that way (who knows? When they're in a good mood).

But the butt part? They can take a break on the butt stuff. ]

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