Patience is not a trait Genesis knows, or cares to know, really. It's a small miracle he's even slowing himself down enough to fully process the words Sephiroth breathes against his back. But he does, and they do ease him. His mate would never leave him without, but it's impossible not to crave him so impossibly more. How unfair to ask a a greedy thing like Genesis not to desire him down to his very essence.
At least he's rewarded still. Good, he'd probably have resorted to much more than just growls otherwise. It's easy to fall back into step with his mate, body thrumming with overspent heat. He can't quite admit it, but the more languid pace makes the mounting pleasure all the sweeter after the roughness prior. His own hand grips at Sephiroth's arm, clutching tight as his clit is stroked. Nails dig in when the other's hand seeks lower, tactile praise for suiting his mate exactly right. It drags such deep, pleased groans from Genesis that they rattle in his chest. They fit exactly right, something his heady thoughts float with in a lofty haze.
The rough shove into the wall doesn't bother the redhead, or even the grip on his neck. It would probably be enough to injure someone else, but for Genesis it's just a buzzing reminder of his mate's power. Something he basks in, instead of fights now. More than that, he practically drowns in it, and the feeling of Sephiroth cumming in him again is enough to tip him over as well. The throb and flash of wet heat added to his already filled body has him gasping, breathless and sated (for now at least). There's not much room to do so, but he slumps against the brick letting Sephiroth's larger body cage him in entirely.
"Seph," he pants out, uncurling his nails from where they dig at the other's arm. There's a faint tremble to his hand, but Genesis slides it down to curl over the one Sephiroth has been using to tease him with, still down between his legs. Genesis gives a satisfied sigh to feel where the mix of their spend drips from around where they're joined.
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At least he's rewarded still. Good, he'd probably have resorted to much more than just growls otherwise. It's easy to fall back into step with his mate, body thrumming with overspent heat. He can't quite admit it, but the more languid pace makes the mounting pleasure all the sweeter after the roughness prior. His own hand grips at Sephiroth's arm, clutching tight as his clit is stroked. Nails dig in when the other's hand seeks lower, tactile praise for suiting his mate exactly right. It drags such deep, pleased groans from Genesis that they rattle in his chest. They fit exactly right, something his heady thoughts float with in a lofty haze.
The rough shove into the wall doesn't bother the redhead, or even the grip on his neck. It would probably be enough to injure someone else, but for Genesis it's just a buzzing reminder of his mate's power. Something he basks in, instead of fights now. More than that, he practically drowns in it, and the feeling of Sephiroth cumming in him again is enough to tip him over as well. The throb and flash of wet heat added to his already filled body has him gasping, breathless and sated (for now at least). There's not much room to do so, but he slumps against the brick letting Sephiroth's larger body cage him in entirely.
"Seph," he pants out, uncurling his nails from where they dig at the other's arm. There's a faint tremble to his hand, but Genesis slides it down to curl over the one Sephiroth has been using to tease him with, still down between his legs. Genesis gives a satisfied sigh to feel where the mix of their spend drips from around where they're joined.