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[ 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.

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[ 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? ]

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[ 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. ]