"I need you." Gasped out, a new command for lover. Everything catches sparks so quickly, body aching for it.
It's tipped into by the fact that he can feel those dark reverberations in Sephiroth's chest from that heady growl. Genesis feels almost light-headed just letting the sound carry through him too. He has to have more, has to damn near taste it as he suddenly lurches to kiss Sephiroth hard. Half of it is teeth and desperation more than a kiss, but Genesis can't help himself. The bursting flavor of the sangria and spice still lingers on the other's tongue, and Genesis keens to it.
With whatever ability he has left for cogent thought, Genesis breaks away with a rough gasp, and leans for the sangria. He's barely got the sense not to expose them, but manages to get Sephiroth's half-finished glass between them a moment later. He pours the ruby-dark drink back down his throat in a single swallow, a pleasant burn coiling down into his belly to match the heat pooling even lower. Most of it, he swallows, but lets a shallow coat on his tongue before he's back to devouring Sephiroth's mouth. Feels it against their lips, their tongues, a trickle of red from the corners of his mouth. Genesis is alive like wildfire, and his hands burn just as hot as cradles Sephiroth's jaw against his palms.
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It's tipped into by the fact that he can feel those dark reverberations in Sephiroth's chest from that heady growl. Genesis feels almost light-headed just letting the sound carry through him too. He has to have more, has to damn near taste it as he suddenly lurches to kiss Sephiroth hard. Half of it is teeth and desperation more than a kiss, but Genesis can't help himself. The bursting flavor of the sangria and spice still lingers on the other's tongue, and Genesis keens to it.
With whatever ability he has left for cogent thought, Genesis breaks away with a rough gasp, and leans for the sangria. He's barely got the sense not to expose them, but manages to get Sephiroth's half-finished glass between them a moment later. He pours the ruby-dark drink back down his throat in a single swallow, a pleasant burn coiling down into his belly to match the heat pooling even lower. Most of it, he swallows, but lets a shallow coat on his tongue before he's back to devouring Sephiroth's mouth. Feels it against their lips, their tongues, a trickle of red from the corners of his mouth. Genesis is alive like wildfire, and his hands burn just as hot as cradles Sephiroth's jaw against his palms.