When he finds his back to the wall again, Genesis' expression is a mixture of feral bliss and satisfied amusement. He regards Sephiroth with a bit of a fanged smirk, still within his faculties to be smug about the entire ordeal, but ultimately too doped up on the rush of it all to make much commentary about it. He's very much invested in whatever it was that's gotten them like this, especially Sephiroth's loss of composure earlier. He's spent years chasing even a fraction of that in sparring matches not to try replicating such impressive results later.
It's barely enough to keep him from hissing about being empty again, because it does annoy him so. Not in any sharp way, but the general ache of being without suddenly does leave an uncomfortable feeling. Physically and base, being apart from Sephiroth hurts right now. It also lets their mixed spend paint his thighs, and stain the fabric of his pants. Goddess, they've made quite the mess... Normally, he's rather adverse to unnecessary filth, but this ends up making him shiver and groan low with it. It's quieted by the kiss, and Sephiroth pressing back into him though. Mostly, anyway. Genesis huffs against his mouth, but doesn't object at all. He's even placated enough to obey without question, arms curled around the silver's neck, and thighs pressed tight to his hips.
The sensation of flight is fairly normal at this point. However, having Sephiroth in him at the same time is definitely new. The initial launch is the most jarring, making him claw at Sephiroth's back. He tries not to impede the wing, but the urge to dig into the feathers is there. Maybe once they land... It's so beautiful on his mate, the stark black against silver... he's not quite back in his own head enough to continue the thought, but it floats there pleasantly. Which is just about where most of his thoughts stay until they're on the ground again. It's when he gets a chance to grab at the feathers, feeling the heat beneath from where the muscles below had just been in use. He's gentle enough not to brush the feathers the wrong way, but still cards his fingers through with a firm pressure. His other hand is already shoving open the door behind them. Their bed would very much be nice right about now, but he'd take the couch too if they can't make it that far.
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It's barely enough to keep him from hissing about being empty again, because it does annoy him so. Not in any sharp way, but the general ache of being without suddenly does leave an uncomfortable feeling. Physically and base, being apart from Sephiroth hurts right now. It also lets their mixed spend paint his thighs, and stain the fabric of his pants. Goddess, they've made quite the mess... Normally, he's rather adverse to unnecessary filth, but this ends up making him shiver and groan low with it. It's quieted by the kiss, and Sephiroth pressing back into him though. Mostly, anyway. Genesis huffs against his mouth, but doesn't object at all. He's even placated enough to obey without question, arms curled around the silver's neck, and thighs pressed tight to his hips.
The sensation of flight is fairly normal at this point. However, having Sephiroth in him at the same time is definitely new. The initial launch is the most jarring, making him claw at Sephiroth's back. He tries not to impede the wing, but the urge to dig into the feathers is there. Maybe once they land... It's so beautiful on his mate, the stark black against silver... he's not quite back in his own head enough to continue the thought, but it floats there pleasantly. Which is just about where most of his thoughts stay until they're on the ground again. It's when he gets a chance to grab at the feathers, feeling the heat beneath from where the muscles below had just been in use. He's gentle enough not to brush the feathers the wrong way, but still cards his fingers through with a firm pressure. His other hand is already shoving open the door behind them. Their bed would very much be nice right about now, but he'd take the couch too if they can't make it that far.