Another sharp breath from Sephiroth is the only tell of his own that he offers. He leans forward slightly, head resting against Genesis' shoulder. For a moment, he glances down at their laps, trying to see where they're joined, but then closes his eyes again; he thinks if he sees that, holding still will become an impossibility. This feels too good already, a white-hot fire down his spine.

"So quick," he says, with the faintest quirk of his lips. "Did I work you up that fast...?" Genesis certainly seemed to be able to take him in easily...