It rouses the predator part of his brain that isn't quite human to have squirming, helpless prey under him. Cloud might feel where teeth graze against his pulse as Genesis smiles wickedly against warm skin. He breathes a low, throaty laugh there, just barely holding back from biting down deep. The urge is hard to fight, but he manages to keep his fangs gentle down into the crook of his neck and shoulder. Not enough to leave the mangled bruises he usually likes to imprint, but enough to contradict the soft tease of his hands that roam Cloud's body.

"Mm, that's cute," he purrs, grabbing Cloud's hip as he struggles for friction. "Is that what you want, little storm? Here?" And just to tease, he slides his other hand lower, grazing beneath the fabric of his pants. "Tell me what you desire."