Genesis really doesn't know anything besides long-winded, unfortunately. Words are beautiful, so why not use all of them?
"You don't stifle me like this, in the same way you never stifled me when we were younger. No part of you is stagnant or smothering, you are simply you, and I have always enjoyed that. I can't foresee myself ever not enjoying being able to mean so much to you. And likewise, you trusting in Angeal and I always brought us an immeasurable joy. You gave us plenty, just by being yourself." Genesis reaches back to smooth his hand along any part of Sephiroth he can reach, content to feel the warmth under his palm. He hopes, perhaps, that it soothes Sephiroth to hear the immediate and honest answer from Genesis. This is where he's happiest, beside the people he loves, and always so. There aren't many out there that can understand him, see him, like Sephiroth can. It means more to Genesis than even his honeyed words can express. They're just too ephemeral for the depth Genesis means his feelings towards the silver.
Tired as he is, Genesis doesn't quite have the energy to keep himself turned, and ends up back down to the pillows again. It doesn't help that Sephiroth's warm breath ever-so gentle against his neck is a lulling sensation.
"I was considering wearing a stud to match yours. Something a little easier to maintain. As much as I would simply adore having my throat bit and bruised at all times, our regenerative powers make that less than practical. Or, of course, there is this method." He glances down himself to where, even now, Sephiroth is pressed into his heat.
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"You don't stifle me like this, in the same way you never stifled me when we were younger. No part of you is stagnant or smothering, you are simply you, and I have always enjoyed that. I can't foresee myself ever not enjoying being able to mean so much to you. And likewise, you trusting in Angeal and I always brought us an immeasurable joy. You gave us plenty, just by being yourself." Genesis reaches back to smooth his hand along any part of Sephiroth he can reach, content to feel the warmth under his palm. He hopes, perhaps, that it soothes Sephiroth to hear the immediate and honest answer from Genesis. This is where he's happiest, beside the people he loves, and always so. There aren't many out there that can understand him, see him, like Sephiroth can. It means more to Genesis than even his honeyed words can express. They're just too ephemeral for the depth Genesis means his feelings towards the silver.
Tired as he is, Genesis doesn't quite have the energy to keep himself turned, and ends up back down to the pillows again. It doesn't help that Sephiroth's warm breath ever-so gentle against his neck is a lulling sensation.
"I was considering wearing a stud to match yours. Something a little easier to maintain. As much as I would simply adore having my throat bit and bruised at all times, our regenerative powers make that less than practical. Or, of course, there is this method." He glances down himself to where, even now, Sephiroth is pressed into his heat.