There's a catch in his throat, and he misses Tidus's lips over his own, but very quickly his mouth is elsewhere and he doesn't have to look to know. His voice is rough, senses arrested by the physical onslaught coupled with the unexpected admission. Expecting coyness this far in is a fool's errand, but Tidus has no reason to lie, which can only mean that what he's saying is the truth. A year. Or two.
And he never once noticed. Couldn't have begun to consider.
His assumptions seem foolish, suddenly.
Auron raises a hand to his mouth like he's trying to keep himself from saying — or asking — anything else. His free hand finds its way to Tidus's shoulder when his hips shift up, not involuntarily. He has enough self-control to keep from feeling guilty about asking for this. Not that it seems he has any reason to, after all.
no subject
There's a catch in his throat, and he misses Tidus's lips over his own, but very quickly his mouth is elsewhere and he doesn't have to look to know. His voice is rough, senses arrested by the physical onslaught coupled with the unexpected admission. Expecting coyness this far in is a fool's errand, but Tidus has no reason to lie, which can only mean that what he's saying is the truth. A year. Or two.
And he never once noticed. Couldn't have begun to consider.
His assumptions seem foolish, suddenly.
Auron raises a hand to his mouth like he's trying to keep himself from saying — or asking — anything else. His free hand finds its way to Tidus's shoulder when his hips shift up, not involuntarily. He has enough self-control to keep from feeling guilty about asking for this. Not that it seems he has any reason to, after all.