Tidus understands that if he's being touched, he should touch in return. This does come naturally between them, more naturally than their conversations, and it's easy to ebb and flow with Auron as he does with the tide. Tidus is a communicator and he speaks as much with his body as he does with his mouth, so he's always confident he's getting his message straight across. When he pushes his shoulders back, he knows Auron will let him sit up. When he rocks his hips again, he knows Auron will give more attention to his thighs.

With his body half-propped, parting from the warmth of him with some disappointment, he can see his chest. He's scarred even there. He's got hair on him where Tidus is smooth from upkeep. He can run his hands over it and feel the way it tickles his fingers. He responds with parted lips every time Auron's fingers dip a little lower and he runs his fingers a little harder over his chest in kind, brushing over his collar bone and sternum with just the tips of his nails. He wants his touches to be just as tender and planned. He's concentrating.