"Good, but where, exactly?" Genesis drawls against his ear, breath hot against the curve of his jaw. Until Cloud gives him a proper answer though, his fingers idly knead the delicate skin over the crest of his hips, or graze up along his toned stomach. He's not too picky given all of Cloud is lovely to get his hands on. One such pass even dips much lower into his pants, low enough to be so tantalizing close to his prize. "Don't be shy, I'd love to know."