Genesis shivers, and can't quite help the way his body squeezes down on Sephiroth's length again. The possessive way Sephiroth wants him is a perfect mirror to his own primal wants. And the attention at his nape satisfies something entirely base that Genesis can't quite put to words. But it is simply perfect.
"Good boy," he drawls, voice heady and exhausted. He's struggling not chase his words with a yawn. "I'd never want to forget, could never imagine it so. I'll look forward to your every reminder, my mate."
This time though, the yawn escapes, and Genesis settles himself down. He lays a hand over Sephiroth's on his belly, loosely twining their fingers to relax to. It's not long before his breathing becomes slow and even, falling asleep perfectly content that way.
Morning... or mid afternoon, Genesis realizes upon glancing at the alarm clock on the nightstand, comes far too soon. There's a bone deep exhaustion that weighs him down, and makes the bed, and Sephiroth, far too temping. But quite a few hours of sleep have let much of their mess get rather uncomfortable. Genesis grimaces feeling the tacky mess between his legs, and the general grime of a night's worth of rough sex in a bar, alley, and then their home, tends to build up.
Genesis huffs as he tries to move, but a twinge of pain runs down his lower back and hips, and seems to settle deeper. Goddess be damned, he's sore. Sephiroth really did quite the job fucking him near boneless last night. Genesis has 0 complaints, really. But it does prove getting out of bed to run the shower a bit troublesome.
What he manages is a small feat, wiggling just enough to get his wing free without smacking the silver, and then letting a few powerful beats help him up. Because sitting up is not an option at all right now. He gets to the bathroom by keeping his steps light, and letting the wing do most of the work until he can lean over on the vanity. When he glances up though, the sight that greets him is-
His eyes- they're tinted green. Not just any green, either. Genesis immediately recognizes the distinctive shade they're transitioning towards, and swallows hard.
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"Good boy," he drawls, voice heady and exhausted. He's struggling not chase his words with a yawn. "I'd never want to forget, could never imagine it so. I'll look forward to your every reminder, my mate."
This time though, the yawn escapes, and Genesis settles himself down. He lays a hand over Sephiroth's on his belly, loosely twining their fingers to relax to. It's not long before his breathing becomes slow and even, falling asleep perfectly content that way.
Morning... or mid afternoon, Genesis realizes upon glancing at the alarm clock on the nightstand, comes far too soon. There's a bone deep exhaustion that weighs him down, and makes the bed, and Sephiroth, far too temping. But quite a few hours of sleep have let much of their mess get rather uncomfortable. Genesis grimaces feeling the tacky mess between his legs, and the general grime of a night's worth of rough sex in a bar, alley, and then their home, tends to build up.
Genesis huffs as he tries to move, but a twinge of pain runs down his lower back and hips, and seems to settle deeper. Goddess be damned, he's sore. Sephiroth really did quite the job fucking him near boneless last night. Genesis has 0 complaints, really. But it does prove getting out of bed to run the shower a bit troublesome.
What he manages is a small feat, wiggling just enough to get his wing free without smacking the silver, and then letting a few powerful beats help him up. Because sitting up is not an option at all right now. He gets to the bathroom by keeping his steps light, and letting the wing do most of the work until he can lean over on the vanity. When he glances up though, the sight that greets him is-
His eyes- they're tinted green. Not just any green, either. Genesis immediately recognizes the distinctive shade they're transitioning towards, and swallows hard.
"Seph! You have to come here- quickly!