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[ 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. ]

I don't know. I'm not so sure I can pass the almighty standards of the Tidus scale.

[ It's an obvious joke in return though, especially since it's true - the mood is good. Even if things are slightly different from the usual.. It's still good.

Though Inigo sure isn't thinking about sticking it up Tidus's butt a second time, not right now. He can't imagine that being very pleasant for the other, especially the first time around.

So for now-- ]

I think I'm pretty content like this for now.

[ Just staying like this for a bit longer while they catch their breath. Just lying there on the bed, staring half-up, half-at each other.

Just thinking about this entire experience. ]

[ There's some mess for Tidus to clean up, and he'll get to that, wipes always tucked inside his arms band for easy reach in these times. A want, and they appear, and he cleans the mess on his stomach with a laziness of someone who's done this plenty of times.

(Usually, it's not his own.)

It takes a few seconds, then he discards the mess, so he can finally roll onto his side and against the body beside him. A hand wrapping around Inigo's waist, and his head tucking itself beside his shoulder, his head. ]

Mmm. [ He can still just meet Inigo's gaze here too. ] Sure; this is nice too.

[ Heh. ]

[ Clearly Inigo has discovered the one good thing about actually using protection - the fact that it makes things on your own end so much easier to clean up than when you aren't the one wearing one.

Regardless, it doesn't take long before both of them are relatively clean, or at the very least clean enough to move a bit closer to each other without being a total sticky mess in any bothersome way.

So Inigo scoots a little closer when that arm moves around his waist - close enough to be sharing body heat. ]

.. wish we could just linger in this feeling. [ Inigo admits. A little on the soft side, like he's worried speaking it any louder would shatter something.

But it's just.. it's nice, this moment. He wishes he had more of these moments in his life, and a few less moments that involve feeling way too worried about the ten thousand things he has to worry about.

A few less moments for the both of them to worry about this train life and all it entails. ]

[ What's being some of a sticky mess of odours after sex with the partner you've been in that state with multiple times before? Cuddling is a far more preferred activity right now than thinking about getting up and going for the shower.

Especially when Inigo says a soft thing like that. Tidus tilts his head, mumbling against his skin, ]

Why can't we? [ and follows it with a small kiss on his lower jaw to cheek. ] Don't go anywhere.

[ Then we can stay like this. See? Easy. Nevermind reality and whatever that means beyond this mood and moment. Tidus doesn't care about details like those. ]

[ There's a small noise coming from Inigo, like an immediate reaction to Tidus's words, to the kiss, to everything, followed up by him moving even a little closer to the other.

It's a content noise though. ]

I love it when you say stuff like that.

[ When Tidus is so optimistic, he means. When the other decides to ignore common sense, and just try to view a situation in a positive way anyway.

Especially since Tidus's passion is always so strong that Inigo finds himself being dragged along, always.

His lips meet the others', but just for a small, lazy kiss to punctuate that statement. ]

Is it sexy?

[ Because maybe the remark isn't meant to be a tease, something fun, but it sure sounds like it when they're in this leisurely mood. Speaking between kisses, which Tidus doesn't give exactly after he speaks, but bumps his nose against Inigo's.

Because bumping noses is very sexy. ]

[ Incredibly sexy.

Or more just really cute, but then again, Inigo likes that just as much. Especially when it's coming from Tidus, who does have a huge cute side to him, but seems to get easily embarrassed about that as well. It makes actual displays of it, voluntarily offered by the other like this, feel even more precious.

It's why something as simple as just a nose boop makes Inigo smile already. ]

Hmm. [ A non-commital answer. Sure, Tidus, you can think it's sexy if you want, Inigo has his own ideas about it.

But he doesn't leave it at that, adding: ]

It makes me think about how lucky I am to know you.

You are!

[ Shame? What's shame, Tidus has never heard of it, face even brightening at the agreement.

But there's more to it than a playfulness, a cockiness; there's the face his grin pinches into his cheeks, the sunny energy it inspires. Tidus laughs with it, cuddling back into the sheets. ]

And you know, I wouldn't do this stuff with just any other guy. [ You know!! ] They'd really have to wine and dine me, and get on my good side. Take me around the city, show me a good time?

[ Heheh. He turns his head, looking back at Inigo. ]

Think you know how to woo me?

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