Genesis leans onto Cloud's back, flashing him a sadistic little grin when Cloud tries to hide.

"Oh, don't be shy now. You know red is my favorite color. And it's so flattering on you," he teases, hoping to get some flustered color on Cloud's cheeks.

At least Genesis is the impatient type, and once he's given what he wants, there's hardly any stopping him. So the hand that's been teasing below Cloud's belt shifts to open up his pants properly. And once there's actual room to tease, those clever digits free Cloud's length enough to actually stroke. Like the rest of him, Genesis' hands are extremely warm, and his touch is a teasing, feather-light one. The only real friction he gives Cloud is pad of his thumb sliding over the slit leisurely.

"Hm, like this? Just this?"