The retaliatory squeeze serves more as encouragement than a deterrent as Tidus feels his body jerked close by the flex of Auron's arms. He gasps against Auron's mouth, lips parted and quirked with amusement. He tries to tug himself a little closer.

He gives the bundle of hair in his hands a soft tug before relinquishing it for now, more interested in his mouth than his hair at the moment. He's kissing back - or trying, maybe - and despite his soured temperament, that drudges up a bit of glee.

"Embarrassed out here?"

He laughs a little and lets his legs bend and be loose.

"You're the one on the ground. Take me where you want me."