Sephiroth groans low with pleasure at those fingers digging into his feathers, touching a part of him that's rarely been touched by another person at all. (Never, in fact, before he met Genesis here.) Both their wings, they've discovered, are quite sensitive to touch - borderline erogenous zones, if not actively so. And between the novel sensation of flying while buried in Genesis, the way the man claws his shoulders, and now this...Sephiroth hardly needed any extra stimulation.

But they're home now, Genesis pushing the door open while Sephiroth's own hands are busy. When they're so close to the goal already, Sephiroth's able to maintain control easily enough to carry Genesis all the way to the bedroom. As soon as they get there...Sephiroth lays Genesis out on the bed, moving with him onto it so that he barely pulls out of him at all, and begins hurriedly stripping what clothes the both of them are still wearing off. (His coat, at least, gets set aside carefully, in deference to the egg in its pocket...but everything else is essentially getting tossed.) From this point on...he doesn't want to have to think or worry about anything except the man beneath him.

"I love you," he breathes against his lips at some point - perhaps it's a reassurance as he's forced to pull out of Genesis one last time (the last time, he hopes, for the next several hours) so he can finally remove the man's pants completely. As soon as this last obstacle is out of their way, Sephiroth's sliding into him again, with a rough sound of pure satisfaction.