Cloud gasps, half in surprise and half at the sudden surge of stimulation from Genesis' teeth, just on the verge of painful without truly hurting. It takes him a few distracted seconds to realize what he said, but once he does he shoots Genesis a look over his shoulder that says 'really?'

He forgets about all that soon enough, though, as his need and his plea are both satisfied by Genesis' renewed grip. The warm, firm strokes have him arching back against the redhead as best he can with a relieved and needy sound. "Yeah," he pants, barely paying attention to what Genesis is calling him. "Better."