Yes. [The word is soft, throaty, but without any hesitation - Wayland gets the answer even before he elaborates. Not knowing what Wayland was offering hadn't even mattered. 'More' is the blind hunger of Sephiroth's body put into words, and he knows he wants whatever Wayland is willing to give him.
Of course, then Wayland does elaborate, and Sephiroth's gaze immediately drops to those handsome lips of his. Kissing Wayland's mouth, feeling it against his neck, has already been sublime. And Sephiroth knows, thanks to Genesis, just how much better it can get.
He sits up a little, enough to shrug the heavy leather and the metal pauldrons off his shoulders so that his coat falls down his arms. It's easy from there to pull his arms out of the sleeves, and he reaches for Wayland to press a warm hand to the side of his neck, fingers resting along the line of his jaw.] Please...
[It's not begging; it's not nearly enough to be that, at least not yet. It's just a soft entreaty, Sephiroth's green eyes locked with Wayland's golden ones.]
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Of course, then Wayland does elaborate, and Sephiroth's gaze immediately drops to those handsome lips of his. Kissing Wayland's mouth, feeling it against his neck, has already been sublime. And Sephiroth knows, thanks to Genesis, just how much better it can get.
He sits up a little, enough to shrug the heavy leather and the metal pauldrons off his shoulders so that his coat falls down his arms. It's easy from there to pull his arms out of the sleeves, and he reaches for Wayland to press a warm hand to the side of his neck, fingers resting along the line of his jaw.] Please...
[It's not begging; it's not nearly enough to be that, at least not yet. It's just a soft entreaty, Sephiroth's green eyes locked with Wayland's golden ones.]