Auron, for now, is staying still and it slowly placates him again. A part of him misses being shoved up against that door like he was something to possess, but he'll settle for this intimacy. Auron's chest is as firm as he expected, his neck scratchier the higher up he kisses. He's clean shaven pretty much everywhere out of necessity for his sport - he's not as familiar with the feel of stubble against his skin. In a way, he likes it.

Finally, a pleased sound comes back to his lips as Auron turns, not to leave, but to hold him. He sighs, relieved, through his nose and edges himself to settle where Auron can reach him without twisting himself too far. The hand on his bare back brings immediate heat, skin crawling, delighted by it. He dares to start inching his way into his lap to sit, mouth continuing to kiss at his throat, happiness returning.