Tidus draws in a short, sharp breath when he feels his body pressed against the door, now stuck between Auron's large palm and the solid barrier behind his back. He like it a little more than he'd ever admit, having things turn out this way. He's too used to being in complete control and despite Auron's age, his expectations here were the same, given how reserved he always tends to be. Like some kind of reward, he sighs his name, hands being strangely obedient and avoiding his ponytail this time. He focuses on raking his hands through the hair on his scalp, mussing it on the way. A messy look suits Auron.

He tries to grasp him and lean into the kiss when their lips meet... but then, Auron parts with just a single word and Tidus ruffles. He frowns at him, reaching for a moment and missing.

"Huh? What? Hey!"

He follows, immediately, stomping his feet as he walks.