Leave it to his contradictory beauty to give him a command, and then immediately prevent Sephiroth from immediately following it.
Sephiroth had been half ready to lift them, kissing be damned, when Genesis suddenly turns in his lap - and he almost groans with the friction that just Genesis shifting creates, the most movement they've had in several minutes - and grabs Sephiroth's own abandoned drink, abruptly making any sudden movements of Sephiroth's own a questionable idea. He finishes it before his mouth is back against Sephiroth's...except no, he doesn't, because there's still some in his mouth, flavoring him beautifully. Sephiroth hardly needs an invitation to chase that flavor, licking it out of Genesis' mouth before he pulls back and a swipe of his tongue catches one of the drops that tried to escape from the corners of his lips.
He reaches out and snags the empty glass from Genesis' hand, barely even looking, and sets it somewhat roughly back on the bar. Then he wraps an arm around Genesis, almost making a seat for him, and lifts him to a standing position with no visible effort. With his free hand - he'd only needed one to lift his lover - he scoops up his egg, well cushioned in napkins, and slips it into a pocket of his coat.
With there being no other obstacles, he then strides for the back door of the bar with Genesis clinging to him, feeling every shift and step inside him, each hint of friction only making him walk more quickly. He shoves through it without concern, taking only a moment to check that the coast is clear and to let the door close behind him before he's moving again.
There's a picnic table behind the bar, oddly enough - perhaps somewhere for the nameless workers of the simulation to take their breaks. Sephiroth wastes no time in setting Genesis down on its surface, if only so he can lean over him and bury himself as deeply in Genesis' heat as possible in one smooth movement. Not that he stops with one thrust; almost as soon as he's growled his satisfaction with finally being able to have Genesis exactly how he wants, he follows it with another, and another.
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Sephiroth had been half ready to lift them, kissing be damned, when Genesis suddenly turns in his lap - and he almost groans with the friction that just Genesis shifting creates, the most movement they've had in several minutes - and grabs Sephiroth's own abandoned drink, abruptly making any sudden movements of Sephiroth's own a questionable idea. He finishes it before his mouth is back against Sephiroth's...except no, he doesn't, because there's still some in his mouth, flavoring him beautifully. Sephiroth hardly needs an invitation to chase that flavor, licking it out of Genesis' mouth before he pulls back and a swipe of his tongue catches one of the drops that tried to escape from the corners of his lips.
He reaches out and snags the empty glass from Genesis' hand, barely even looking, and sets it somewhat roughly back on the bar. Then he wraps an arm around Genesis, almost making a seat for him, and lifts him to a standing position with no visible effort. With his free hand - he'd only needed one to lift his lover - he scoops up his egg, well cushioned in napkins, and slips it into a pocket of his coat.
With there being no other obstacles, he then strides for the back door of the bar with Genesis clinging to him, feeling every shift and step inside him, each hint of friction only making him walk more quickly. He shoves through it without concern, taking only a moment to check that the coast is clear and to let the door close behind him before he's moving again.
There's a picnic table behind the bar, oddly enough - perhaps somewhere for the nameless workers of the simulation to take their breaks. Sephiroth wastes no time in setting Genesis down on its surface, if only so he can lean over him and bury himself as deeply in Genesis' heat as possible in one smooth movement. Not that he stops with one thrust; almost as soon as he's growled his satisfaction with finally being able to have Genesis exactly how he wants, he follows it with another, and another.