But Genesis doesn't want to ask, he wants Sephiroth to take it from him. He wants unbridled and desperate, entirely on base need and instinct and- damn, he's starting to think he might know what these drinks are doing to him.
The sudden, reckless thought isn't new per se, but for it to lunge at him like that is a force he's not yet contended with. Normally those far-flung fantasies have a way of creeping up on long nights, nettling his focus instead of catching him so rabidly.
His focus snaps back with warm leather against his hip. His pants are drawn down enough to give access to the sharp flare of them, and Genesis shivers again. Voice low, drawn tight from his lungs, he feels pulled to tell Sephiroth no matter how embarrassing it is.
"I- to hold me down," he huffs out, heat coloring his face and heartbeat picking up in tempo. "Take me however, wherever, whenever you want. To use me, make me yours. Don't want to think, or make that choice; only you and what you need from me."
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The sudden, reckless thought isn't new per se, but for it to lunge at him like that is a force he's not yet contended with. Normally those far-flung fantasies have a way of creeping up on long nights, nettling his focus instead of catching him so rabidly.
His focus snaps back with warm leather against his hip. His pants are drawn down enough to give access to the sharp flare of them, and Genesis shivers again. Voice low, drawn tight from his lungs, he feels pulled to tell Sephiroth no matter how embarrassing it is.
"I- to hold me down," he huffs out, heat coloring his face and heartbeat picking up in tempo. "Take me however, wherever, whenever you want. To use me, make me yours. Don't want to think, or make that choice; only you and what you need from me."