"Relax," Sephiroth rumbles against Genesis' back, amused at how quickly he goes from aggressive to compliant. To his mind, Genesis should have trusted in him all along - should have known that everything Sephiroth does is geared towards giving Genesis not just what he wants, but what he needs. That Genesis should have known, no matter what, his mate would provide for him, and that such trust should inspire faith and patience. "I've got you."
Not that Genesis has ever once in his life been patient, or that he's likely to start now. But teaching him trust - teaching him obedience - has some appeal.
For now, though, it's enough to simply give him what they both want. Sephiroth takes this fuck slower, focuses on providing a gradual build of pleasure for his mate rather than simply overwhelming him with intensity. Every now and then, his hand moves down from Genesis' arousal to where they're joined, dragging fingers along the tender skin wrapped around Sephiroth's length before bringing those slicked fingers back up to start stroking Genesis' clit again. It's more than just the pure sensation of it now, for Sephiroth; it's the bone-deep satisfaction of feeling the way they fit together, how perfectly Genesis takes him in. He wants Genesis to be exquisitely aware of it, too.
It takes some time for Sephiroth's movements to pick up speed, become more erratic as he finally approaches the crest of another orgasm. In the end he's shoving Genesis roughly against the wall, gripping the back of his neck almost painfully, only his own arm still roughly rolling his thumb over Genesis' arousal keeping him from perhaps pushing some rather sensitive areas directly in contact with brick. When he finally releases, it's with his head leaning against Genesis', another growl thrumming through him.
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Not that Genesis has ever once in his life been patient, or that he's likely to start now. But teaching him trust - teaching him obedience - has some appeal.
For now, though, it's enough to simply give him what they both want. Sephiroth takes this fuck slower, focuses on providing a gradual build of pleasure for his mate rather than simply overwhelming him with intensity. Every now and then, his hand moves down from Genesis' arousal to where they're joined, dragging fingers along the tender skin wrapped around Sephiroth's length before bringing those slicked fingers back up to start stroking Genesis' clit again. It's more than just the pure sensation of it now, for Sephiroth; it's the bone-deep satisfaction of feeling the way they fit together, how perfectly Genesis takes him in. He wants Genesis to be exquisitely aware of it, too.
It takes some time for Sephiroth's movements to pick up speed, become more erratic as he finally approaches the crest of another orgasm. In the end he's shoving Genesis roughly against the wall, gripping the back of his neck almost painfully, only his own arm still roughly rolling his thumb over Genesis' arousal keeping him from perhaps pushing some rather sensitive areas directly in contact with brick. When he finally releases, it's with his head leaning against Genesis', another growl thrumming through him.