He's utterly breathtaking, and Sephiroth can't get enough. He's still, briefly, as his orgasm pulses through him and into his mate, pressing heated open-mouthed kisses to Genesis' jaw and throat, feeling the way Genesis' legs around his hips try to draw him impossibly deeper. But soon enough, it's Genesis' begging that has his full attention - his lover wanting more, needing more.

He can give that to him.

When Sephiroth scoops him up again, it's with some loosely formed thought of getting him home - somewhere comfortable, somewhere he can strip Genesis fully and take him apart piece by piece without having to share any of it with the rest of the world. This is all his; as heady as being inside Genesis in public was, he finds he wants to keep him like this all to himself. (At least for right now, while his territorialism and possessiveness is spiking.) But between Genesis' neediness, his own swift recovery, and the absolute molten heat of Genesis around him, they don't even make it out of the alley before Sephiroth is pressing Genesis up against the wall, hiking his legs more firmly back around his waist as he starts rutting into him again.

"Genesis," he hisses, voice ragged.