Sephiroth purrs a bit at the touch of Genesis' hand; like his mate, he's exhausted and aching and probably any touch firmer than that would cause some kind of discomfort, but it's gentle enough that it's nothing but soft and slightly soothing. A reminder of how thoroughly they belong to each other right now, which is an idea they clearly both take deep satisfaction in.

"You know how often I'm with you," he says against Genesis' neck, lips curving in a way Genesis can feel against his skin. "Even if I had no one but you, I'd hardly be pent up. That was...encouraged." Very much a product of what he'd had to eat and drink at the bar. "We were supposed to be spending time away from each other, weren't we." This is said with distinct amusement; if anything, all this has only highlighted how little they want to be away from each other.

He kisses the nape of Genesis' neck, tenderly. (It's not as though it isn't obvious how bitten and bruised it is right now.) "I'm glad...you came to find me when you did." No one else could have given him so much, fit him so well, been able to take everything Sephiroth dished out.

Genesis' idle musing earns a low rumble of possessive pleasure from Sephiroth. The only thing better than claiming Genesis this thoroughly is Genesis being as into it as he is. "You like it, then...just how long do you want to stay like this?"