It takes no convincing for him to go with the suggestion of Tidus's movement, arms circling around his waist; he pulls him in, so they're fitted chest to chest and stomach to stomach, where he can feel his breathing and the quick beating of his heart under his breastbone. Auron bows with the intention of returning his mouth to the side of his throat, but stops halfway to his destination, forehead weighing against his shoulder.

For now.

He doesn't have to ask how long it will last.