He doesn't expect Auron to take to his encouragement so easily, but he does and Tidus squirms shortly in delight against his thighs as he widens his mouth and allows Auron's tongue to slip past his teeth. He's pretty proud of how well he's learned to kiss in his time being a star athlete and he's even prouder to show it off to his guardian, gliding his tongue over Auron's and curving his lips to suck on it, just as gentle as his hands had been. Auron is being so cooperative and kind, undressing him without breaking away, and he needs rewarded like this.
He has no idea how to return the favor blind as Auron's clothes seem a little more... complicated than he thought. It's a shame he wears pants and layers under his haori. It'd be so much easier for him if it was simply a few knots to untie. He'll worry more about it in a moment, content with kissing and closing the distance between their bodies one move of his hips at a time for now.
His hips, now a center of focus for him with the weight of Auron's hands now there and moving lower. The touch is so careful and fond. It's not out of hunger, but affection Tidus can read. He's being studied with care and it makes his chest jump. He's sighs audibly, not ashamed at all to let Auron know he approves of the motions of those thick, rough palms.
With his top half now freed of all its cloth, his arms are his again. He lifts them and cradles Auron's face on both sides, fingers curved under his jaw. To channel that affection back, that fondness and gratitude he rarely shows, he slides his thumbs along his cheek bones and breathes his scent in through his nose before releasing his name in a soft whisper against his mouth.
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He has no idea how to return the favor blind as Auron's clothes seem a little more... complicated than he thought. It's a shame he wears pants and layers under his haori. It'd be so much easier for him if it was simply a few knots to untie. He'll worry more about it in a moment, content with kissing and closing the distance between their bodies one move of his hips at a time for now.
His hips, now a center of focus for him with the weight of Auron's hands now there and moving lower. The touch is so careful and fond. It's not out of hunger, but affection Tidus can read. He's being studied with care and it makes his chest jump. He's sighs audibly, not ashamed at all to let Auron know he approves of the motions of those thick, rough palms.
With his top half now freed of all its cloth, his arms are his again. He lifts them and cradles Auron's face on both sides, fingers curved under his jaw. To channel that affection back, that fondness and gratitude he rarely shows, he slides his thumbs along his cheek bones and breathes his scent in through his nose before releasing his name in a soft whisper against his mouth.