Mm, the warmth of Genesis' breath against skin made more sensitive by those teeth just a few seconds ago feels good. Good enough that he doesn't fully parse what Genesis says until the redhead makes good on his threat.

"Nnh?--no..." It's more of a whine than he intends it to be. His feet kick a little as his body struggles without his permission to get what it wants from Genesis' motionless hand. "You...bastard..."

Okay, so maybe calling Genesis names isn't the best way to persuade him.

On the bright side, all Cloud's wriggling does show him something: his hands slide just a bit from the position they've been locked in. He still can't pull them away from the rock, but the moisture under his palms has partially graduated to a thick, sticky slime. It only has the tiniest bit of give, but even that is an improvement.

...hell if he's gonna admit out loud to Genesis that his teasing is helping, though.