Auron is helpless underneath Tidus's restless body, although that's not the full truth of it. He could move if he wanted to; leave if he wanted to; stop this if he wanted to, but he isn't. It's his hand, and he's giving it away. There's no way to be a passive participant in this; there's no way to do it and disapprove at the same time, even if there are things he might've liked to smooth past. Like undressing himself. Like asking Tidus what he wanted.
He's hot and hard under the palm of his hand, and then under his stomach when he moves over him, trapping him whilst he speaks. It's another performance, if an unneeded one. His attention is already centered in on the boy bearing down on him, fighting to keep him transfixed even though he doesn't need to resort to these measures. Or maybe he just likes to say these things, feel how they sound on his tongue. They couldn't have spoken like this before. He's spoken to other people like this before.
Maybe he should have kept a closer eye on him. Too late now.
Auron finds his voice eventually.
"I wasn't aware you were making plans."
It's really not an answer. Not to the question he's asking. But he didn't get the answer he expected himself. A simple confirmation or denial, that's all he was looking for. Auron breathes out with a sigh, glancing at Tidus and then at the ceiling shrouded in darkness. He can imagine all of the things they could do without blushing, but it's much more difficult to imagine doing anything for himself. Conversely, if what Tidus wants is a challenge, it would be easy to provide it. He would give him everything he wanted, but he's better, he thinks, at giving him the things that he never knew he needed at all.
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He's hot and hard under the palm of his hand, and then under his stomach when he moves over him, trapping him whilst he speaks. It's another performance, if an unneeded one. His attention is already centered in on the boy bearing down on him, fighting to keep him transfixed even though he doesn't need to resort to these measures. Or maybe he just likes to say these things, feel how they sound on his tongue. They couldn't have spoken like this before. He's spoken to other people like this before.
Maybe he should have kept a closer eye on him. Too late now.
Auron finds his voice eventually.
"I wasn't aware you were making plans."
It's really not an answer. Not to the question he's asking. But he didn't get the answer he expected himself. A simple confirmation or denial, that's all he was looking for. Auron breathes out with a sigh, glancing at Tidus and then at the ceiling shrouded in darkness. He can imagine all of the things they could do without blushing, but it's much more difficult to imagine doing anything for himself. Conversely, if what Tidus wants is a challenge, it would be easy to provide it. He would give him everything he wanted, but he's better, he thinks, at giving him the things that he never knew he needed at all.
"I have no objections.
But I make no promises."
In fact...
"There's something I want you to do."