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I'll heal you up myself and get Ryo to feed you muffins every day.

[ Isn't that stellar care? Muffins every day. But that's as serious as he's willing to give the possibility, which is already highly unlikely, just dramatics. He scoots himself, lifting his weight on one arm so he can lean over Inigo some.

Giving him a look, and a voice to verify it: ]

But you should think about what else I'll do for you if you manage to get the hang of some cool blitzball moves. Y'know, the idea kinda makes me hot...

[ Heh. ]

[ Stupid sexy Tidus.

Stupid sexy Tidus is just trying to tempt him here, and Inigo knows it. He knows that every single bit of this is carefully calculated. The way Tidus is so close to basically draping himself right over Inigo. That look in his eyes. That tone. Those words! And the worst part is that Inigo knows he's falling for it. Even as his brain is consciously telling himself that this is deliberate, he feels his dumb heart beat more quickly all the same, because he is and will forever be stupidly weak for this guy. ]

You can't do this to me. [ Inigo says - no, it's more like he squeaks the words. He looks trapped like a cat in a corner, and yet flustered all at the same time.

He can't even look directly into the other guy's eyes. C-Come on, bro, don't try to seduce him! ]

[ 'You can't do this to me.' The one protest from Inigo that Tidus regularly ignores, even though he tells himself he'll behave, go easy on the guy.

But how can he ever, ever help himself when he gets like this with him? When he's sure that Inigo's wishing he could sink into the bed, disappear - but doesn't really want to. Because Tidus isn't the only one who gets off in this room; isn't the only one who likes what they do between each other. ]

I'll suck your dick if you do a successful spin kick. [ Said, like he hadn't heard the squeak of defence, sly in tone and everything else. Hovering above him as Tidus does too, his gaze weighing down on Inigo.

But then he chuckles, a laugh, and he brings his head down close to Inigo's chest and shakes it, his free hand shoving playfully against one of the guy's shoulders. A silly thing before he lowers back down. ]

What! It's not like I'm gonna hold out 'til you learn to do it - it's a win-win for you!

[ Please! No matter what, Inigo gets some!! ]

[ It's a win-win for Inigo, perhaps, but it's not a win-win for Inigo's heart. At this rate he feels like he might just die of a heart attack before he ever turns 20, let alone 30. It's just the sheer effect simple words on Tidus's end have for Inigo's heart. It starts beating so rapidly at the mere mention of the other sucking his dick, like he's already imagining it, already experiencing it. ]

It's just-- you can't say stuff like that! Not so casually!

[ Broooo. He's dying here.

But apparently not dying enough to not do a single thing here. Because he's reaching out, his hand landing on the back of Tidus's head - so he can drag the other back down again, closer, and press their lips together for a moment before his hand drops back down on the bed. ]

You drive me crazy. Seriously.

[ Be aware of your effect on him, fool! Gek! ]

[ Tidus lets himself be pulled down, regardless of knowing what reason Inigo's doing it. He likes the fussing like this, the fluster, but he does quite like Inigo's lips, too. Humming as Inigo voices his weakness, amused, but also tickled as he takes those lips back again for another kiss. ]

How much? [ Heheh - kiss. ] Too much? Not enough?

[ Another kiss, as Tidus lets his face linger where Inigo's brought it. ]

I think it's a good kind of crazy.

[ In Tidus's very unbias and correct opinion. ]

[ It's a good kind of crazy when it makes him forget all about his worries for a few moments, Inigo thinks.

But he doesn't say it. ]

Don't grin like that.

[ Tidus is way too close for Inigo to be able to tell whether he's grinning or not. He's just assuming, going by Tidus's tone of voice.

And yet, despite the weakest admonishment known to mankind, Inigo just kisses Tidus again too. Like the other didn't already pepper his lips with kisses just now. ]

You're acting like you've won something.

[ If he wasn't grinning before, telling him not to makes the edges of his mouth pull even more upward to ensure it.

He's definitely grinning against that kiss, anyway. ]

I am winning. [ Winning what? Even Tidus doesn't immediately know, but he's certain he is. He flops himself back onto his side, but letting his arm laze over Inigo. Because it can. ]

I'm winning a lot, [ he further confirms, the smuggest guy on the train right about now - and far more cuddly than a guy should be, for who got it up the butt for the first time ever.

But when you're a winner, that's how it be. ]

[ Inigo lets out a groan, as if Tidus claiming he's winning is the absolute most bothersome thing in the entire world to deal with right now.

But is he actually complaining, when he isn't moving an inch away from the other or that arm draped over him? Of course not. Inigo is actually enjoying this, no matter how much of a drama queen he might be in this moment. ]

Don't act so full of yourself. [ Inigo leans in closer, kissing him again, his hands wandering down to press themselves against Tidus's abs. ] You think you're winning that much? Just because you're a slightly attractive guy?

[ H-Haha, clearly only slightly, n-not like Inigo has dreams about stupid wildly attractive Tidus or anything..!! G-Gek! ]

[ How is this not winning, when he's got a guy feeling him up? Tidus keeps his arm around Inigo, but he'll give Inigo all the room he needs - chest and body puffing up under the touch, thank you very much, yes, it's right here - to take his attention. ]

'Slightly' attractive? [ His face meets Inigo's, and he'll sneak a kiss himself there, even if he is trying to tease here. ] You really think I'm only slightly attractive?

[ Because Tidus doesn't sound like he believes that. ]

Yeah.

[ Please, as if that's true in the slightest. It's not like Inigo is even trying to sound convincing about that, because he's still feeling the other guy up, even as he's giving that answer. And why would he be feeling up the muscles of a guy he only thinks is slightly attractive, right?

But at the same time, he can't serve Tidus everything on a silver platter. Sometimes you have to make a guy work a little to get all that winning he desires, right. ]

Why, do you think you're more attractive than that? [ Wanna tell him about it, bro? While he's still touching your beautiful abs? ]

[ He says the word, but it's not a confirmation - it doesn't mean anything. Too weak, too hollow for Tidus to take serious, but even a stronger Yeah could do anything to wipe this mood off from Tidus. Nothing either of them can really supply.

(like saying for real he isn't that hot. :( ) ]

This isn't about what I think of me. [ He takes his relaxing arm, and bends it to have his hand touch Inigo's side; fingers slowly tracing down the way to his waist... ] It's how many times you come begging for me - saying my name, coming to me dressed up?

[ His face is already close, so no making that closer, but his hand keeps around his buttock, rubbing against the skin there. ]

You don't think about me when I'm not around? You think I'm only slightly attractive when I'm sucking your dick?

[ There's always a slight joking undertone to his words, but still firm, here to make a paint, paint a picture. ... but Tidus can't deny to himself, this is kind of hot, too.

(Trying to make Inigo wilt? Yes.) ]

[ It's taking absolutely every single drop of willpower contained within Inigo to not wilt on the spot. Because Tidus is pressing so many buttons at once here, like a monkey that's suddenly been put behind a big machine and just can't help itself. Reminding Inigo of exactly how desperate he is for Tidus.

And it's true. That's why it hurts so hard - because it is true. Tidus is the only one who can drive Inigo to these lengths - even dressing up for him. Wanting to be found attractive by him.

He's only teasing, Inigo quickly tells himself. He doesn't mind it. He likes it too.

He repeats that last sentence in his head again, for good measure - and to keep going here. ]

I don't know, you're the one who keeps offering.

[ Not that Tidus is always the one initiating this, but he's got just that extra beat of confidence that drives him to be able to ask for this a little bit easier than Inigo. ]

It makes me feel like you think someone else is the more attractive one between us here. [ It's a fact Inigo never could believe in, but dammit, if he isn't trying here for the sake of this joke.

For the sake of the teasing words going along with the teasing touches. ]

[ Inigo isn't wrong about who's the one who asks for this more often; today's session was even started because of him. ...well, he was willing to wait for another day, but Inigo wasn't interested in waiting. ]

Oh yeah? [ He's lifting himself as he had before; giving himself some height, but swinging a leg over one of Inigo's, and positioning himself over the other guy. Looking down at him, arms either side of his head.

(His dick touching a leg.) ]

What if I do find you good-looking? Reeeeally good-looking. [ Heeeh. He takes a hand, hard to take a feel of Inigo's chest in this position, but that's alright; it's not there that he wants to stay, but to go down between his legs and to find his cock. ]

Good enough to go for a round two with? [ He asks lower, huskier, before his lips come down to press against Inigo's own, his tongue searching for a deeper kiss. ]

[ Sweet Naga.

Inigo immediately responds. Kissing Tidus back, tongues meeting without any sense of hesitation. There's something about the other's sheer presence that makes Inigo always feel like he could go for five rounds, giving him the overconfidence that he has the stamina of a god - just because his heart longs for it so much, longs for the other so much.

And doubly so when Tidus implies Inigo actually is attractive. Something the other does often enough, despite every single bit of Inigo's own self-doubt saying otherwise. It's enough to believe just for a moment that it might be true.

His hands raise up mid-kiss, landing on the other's shoulders.

He hums into the kiss, and when they pull away for air just for a moment, Inigo just mumbles: ]

You're very convincing.

[ Before they just move in to kiss again. It's easier than words, and perhaps both of them are just thirsty for it in this moment, especially when them being so close.

He can feel that dick hanging against his leg, and he moves his leg a little, just causing some friction, a faint tease. ]

[ It tastes better than words, kissing. The mumbling and the feel of Inigo against him, the heat of his breath through his nose that he tries to trap in Inigo's throat, just for the passion of it. The shiver that runs up his spine from the small friction, while his own hand comes around Inigo's dick and strokes it in turn.

He doesn't know what it is about tonight that has him going like this, but Tidus isn't here to complain or to give up, either. Pulling away from their kiss only with a purpose, his hand being kind as to rub at Inigo, while hot lips come to the side of Inigo's cheek, near to his ear; promising more of what seems to get Inigo going, where words don't hurt to hear at all: ]

The guys back home would have you all night if you let 'em. They wouldn't keep their hands off you.

[ He drops his mouth to kiss the skin next to Inigo's hairline, never able to resist planting kisses when his mouth goes empty for too long. But, even between those: ]

Would you like that? [ He teases the question, the scenario. Inigo and these unknown guys, all wanting a piece of him, and in what way? Maybe Inigo can think of a few ways with how Tidus crowds him, still his hand caressing his cock, the sloppy kisses scattered on his skin. ]

[ The guys back home, Tidus proposes, and Inigo finds the entire idea unbelievable. Sure, sure, he's tried to chase so many more girls than guys back home out of sheer nervous coping habit, but he doesn't think that the constant streak of rejection would be all that different if he had been chasing the right kind of people. Maybe Tidus is thinking about himself, Inigo thinks. Surely all the guys back home where Tidus comes from would have wanted him. Handsome, confident, a huge star...

But saying that he's fine with just Tidus wanting him sounds so.. so dumb in this situation. Too sappy for what Tidus is doing here, for the friction already starting to build between them. Inigo feels his cheeks flush like an idiot, his breath hitching in his throat for a moment as he tries to sputter out a more appropriate answer. ]

Y-Yeah.

[ That is the truth, no matter how unlikely the scenario. Of course Inigo loves the idea of anyone wanting him, considering his many complexes, and it makes him squirm faintly underneath the other. His hands uselessly move a little, as if he isn't entirely sure where to leave them in the middle of the fluster. ]

.. why don't you show me? [ He swallows. ] What they'd do.

[ What would they do?

What would any guy do back in Zanarkand? The ones confident, full of it; the kind that'd be at the parties and hitting up on the girls - or the other guys, in this instance. A detail Tidus isn't going to get fussed by, and he does let his hand move away from between Inigo's legs. Weight shifting as he brings himself to hover better over Inigo, eyes looking down at his. ]

'Cause I'd have to get you pressed up against a wall and dressed up again, so I can strip you down. [ They'd speak like this: cool and teasing, as if in full control. Not suffering the giddy nerves inside his chest, barely capable of pretending that he's really this smooth, isn't just making it up as he goes along. ]

Or do you wanna skip to the part where they'd have you on the bed in a sweat- [ Tidus lifts himself properly, spine straightening and breathing room offered so that Tidus squeeze his other leg to join the one between Inigo's. Taking a hold of Inigo's thighs, his own helping to spread them, open them. ]

--And I get my turn with you?

[ ... he isn't really meaning to make it sound like a gangbang here, despite the start. But he might still have on his mind - in the dried sweat on his body; ... in the certain other places reminding him too - what they just got finished doing.

Is this his turn now? ]

[ Inigo shifts a little under Tidus as the other moves more and more to hover over him - the shifting happening without him even realising it, like his body is subconsciously already responding to Tidus. It shows too in the way the other can pry his legs apart so easily, without there even being the faintest hint of resistance on Inigo's part.

And the entire time he just stares up at Tidus's face. Inigo doesn't look away for a moment, despite the way he can feel his face heat up, staring to blush. He licks his lips, listening to every single word that leaves Tidus right now. ]

If you want.

[ His voice sounds so far away. Maybe because his thoughts are elsewhere entirely. Maybe partially with the fantasy Tidus is creating here, but.. much moreso, they're lost in the way Tidus sounds so confident.

It's not the first time Inigo has heard the other sound like this, but it doesn't take away from the fact that it's really, really sexy. ]

I'd let you do anything to me you want.

[ It's partially an attempt to try and sound just as sexy in return.. though there's just a lot of Inigo's natural ~~thirst~~ desire seeping through in that. ]

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