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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?

[ Hey, it's exactly that lack of shame that Inigo likes so much. That bright smile on Tidus's face, shining upon him like the sun itself - that's what Inigo likes seeing the most on the other's face. To know that it can still be there, even through all the crap they constantly have to endure.

It's important. ]

You mean I haven't yet?

[ Inigo definitely sounds amused, sounds like he's playing along, but the smile on his own face is so genuine. It's not quite as bright as the other guy's - instead it's just warm. Full of the fondness he feels for the other. ]

What else have all our romantic magazine-reading nights in bed together been for?

I started that!

[ You can't woo him with the romantic magazine-reading nights he started, Ingio! Listen to this protest! ]

You've gotta woo me in other ways! An Inigo way, [ he adds with a husky voice, which then lifts as he includes: ] --of Ylisse!

[ That's what makes it an Inigo way, after all. What Inigo would introduce magazines as a form of wooing? (Clerly, this is a Tidus tactic.) ]

What would you do back home? C'mon - tell me.

[ See, that question is difficult.

But it's mostly difficult in the sense that the honest answer is such a moodkiller. Just the fact that Inigo has never thought about a proper date, because he never had the chance to. That he just mimicked what he saw other guys do when he proposed romantic stuff to girls. That he's never got to think about what his personal thing would be, because deep down - he never imagined that really happening for himself.

He doesn't say any of it. He tries to kill the thought, but already feels it dragging down his heart a little.

Inigo refuses to let it go down all the way. ]

Um.. [ It does make his outward mood shift a little too. Thankfully he manages to keep from looking sad, but he still seems more shy, and less smiley.

He awkwardly shifts a little on the bed. ]

I'd.. get you flowers? [ That is a genuine idea. It's something he would consider romantic, though.. ] .. I'm not sure if you'd find that romantic though.

[ Tidus wasn't unaware this wouldn't potentially shift the mood, so he's prepared when he sees it. The uncertainty, for reasons that Tidus can guess - that Inigo didn't get to have much experience with it back home, never had much of a chance.

But he won't back down, withdraw or change the subject for it. Just a dip in his volume, but otherwise still with a smile. ]

Guys can give guys flowers. [ It also dictates his answer; where he doesn't immediately make about himself, thoughtful in his reply. ] If someone dated you, they'd need to be okay with them. [ Hmmm. ]

You know, I never had flowers back home. I guess I could get a pot. [ Oh, but he's getting distracted, isn't he? Even his gaze is distracted, returning onto Inigo. ] Where would we go? If we could go anywhere in a town... one like Irivar!

Or would we stay in?

[ There - it's a deliberate, subtle thing: not to picture the ruin of home, but to turn this into a fantasy. A world that's pleasant - one where Inigo can go on dates and give guys flowers. ]

It's more fun to go somewhere for a date, right?

[ Granted, Inigo is still trying to navigate this here. He's never had time to think about what an actual fun date would be, rather than just copying what he's seen from others. Something he thinks would be fun, and something that would be fun for ~~Tidus~~ a potential date-goer too. ]

Like.. going to eat together somewhere. [ The opportunities for fun in places like Ylisse - or Irivar, which is a good example since it was on such a similar societal and technological level - are a bit more limited, but he's working with it. ] Maybe we could go to a festival, if there's one in town.

[ Now that actually sounds like a good idea, despite how rare those were back home because of all the.. circumstances.

Inigo shyly stares over at Tidus. ]

There's always a lot to do at those. Stalls with food, traveling troupes putting on plays, usually there's fun competitions too.. [ T-That sounds good, right, bro? Would you like to be wooed there, d-dude? ]

Yeah! [ Well would you listen to that - Tidus agreeing to a good time? Of course! ] And it goes on into the night? I miss that - just seeing the night sky and wandering around and doing what we want! If we got to do that back in Irivar...

[ Since, Irivar was decent. For the tragedy going in, it's been the closest to okay they've visited, apart from Gyueran. ...Terra too, but 'a city underground' isn't that interesting to Tidus than a city or town with a view of the sky.

He even looks up now at the darkness above their heads, imagining it. ]

Going to a bunch of stalls, trying out foods... [ --eheheheh. Don't mind the grin forming on his face as he looks at you, bro. ] And live music means dancing.

[ Daaaancing, broooo. ]

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