A blissful smile curls the corners of his lips, hazily processing the single word. He could say the same of Sephiroth, really. How everything about him is stunning and sure, how perfectly he slips into this animal haze with Genesis.

It's only snapped when Sephiroth shifts, and his cock drags free of his heat. Immediately, a broken whine escapes Genesis at the loss, body aching without the fullness to sate him. It devolves into a snarl when its not immediately back, but he's being moved. Pressed up to the wall, his mate behind him, but not inside him has it blooming into a demanding growl that rattles deep in his chest. Lips curling back to bare his teeth, and gloved hands clawing at the brick. Without the conscious effort to control it, Genesis' strength leaves gouging cracks in the clay.

Between his legs, the mix of their spend drips down his thighs, and the sensation only drives him to further impatient thrashing. Why isn't mate inside him- why?