Either way, Tidus gets exactly what he wants and groans as their bodies roll together again. Auron's hips are wider than his own and press so firm and full up against his own. He hopes he feels how hard he's gotten. He hopes he can tell how much he's enjoying even these slow, simple movements together.

But Tidus isn't thinking ahead and it's not until he's addressed that he stops pawing at Auron's chest and uses his palms to brace instead. He doesn't want his legs released, but he'll do it if it means Auron's planning to strip them both more bare. He lifts his hips up, strangely obedient, and laughs softly again.

"Who's giving orders now? .... Need any help with them?"