"Good boy," Genesis praises without any condescension. The firm line of Sephiroth's jaw tells him he really is forcing himself to obey, and Genesis can reward that.

He supposes he should have enough mercy to get to what they really want though. So he moves from kneading at Sephiroth's cock to actually freeing it from the fabric. With the way he's pressed close, he can't quite see it, but firm heat against his hand is more than enough of a tell.

Genesis shifts higher onto his thighs, and gets his pants down just far enough that he can slip the other's length between his legs. The redhead seats himself on it a single motion to make it less obvious. Thank the Goddess for their oversized coats shielding them, really- but Genesis still gasps quietly no matter how hard he fights it back. A hand comes over his mouth to stifle anything further as he settles around the thick length inside him.