Sephiroth quite enjoys that blush, and finds himself smirking in response. "If that's the sort of challenge you want, I don't mind," he purrs. Between the wall bracing Zechs and his own strength, he's able to free up one hand from holding him up to slip it around to Zechs' front, wrapping his hand around Zechs' length and rolling his thumb over the head. "There's appeal to that. But..." He leans in, until their lips are practically touching, without going so far as to actually kiss him. The intimacy is for effect. "Perhaps wait to start your game until I'm inside you. Then...feel free to try to keep your composure as much as you want."

'Try to'. Sephiroth isn't even pretending he's not feeding into this competition now. But as with his combat skills...he's clearly quite confident here.