Their kisses feel shared now. Better, like Auron's reaching back for him, just a little. Tidus is happy to keep providing, parting his mouth and pulling him in with the curl of his lips against Auron's, tugging now and again as he maintains his gentleness. He's taken his place in his lap and he's confident he'll keep him here now if he works hard enough.

This is probably wrong to someone. Auron has been there for ten years, rolling in and out like a wave, but still watching out for him... caring for him. He's not a father, not family, but he has filled a hole which had been hollowed out by loss and people would likely frown upon the manner in which he reaches for him now. But Tidus will do what he likes, wanting everything greedily and usually getting nothing. He'll grasp at the straws within his reach and clutch Auron while he is allowed.

Hot air against his mouth wills his mouth open, more than happy to part as Auron's does as they renew their kiss. He scoots a little closer in his lap and it's not until he feels the tug on his elbows from his suspenders that he lets Auron go, arms coming down so Auron can take them off. He refuses to give up his mouth, though, still holding onto that kiss, tongue slipping out to slide against Auron's lower lip, inviting him to deepen it along with him.