The kiss satisfies and he pulls on his lips as they part before leaning close and reaching for another. Auron's lips are softer than he expected, probably untouched and more dry than anything, like a tongue has been run over them too many times from nerves. The breathy sound of contentment returns as Auron's nails scrape gently against his skin, sighed against the part in Auron's mouth.

Tidus is easy to move, sliding over Auron's thighs before settling in his lap, knees spreading naturally. He shifts close, trying not to trap Auron's arms, but seeking the comfort of his warmth. His hands dip down under the collar of his haori and he leans again, asking for a new kiss as he breathes in his scent.