Little by little, it's getting harder to care that Genesis is teasing him mercilessly. Both hands working him over against bare skin, now, and the sultry, musical way Genesis speaks to him; feeling that soft rumble up against his back as the sound caresses his ears; it's all steadily claiming every bit of Cloud's attention, making his heart race entirely in the good way, this time. He barely even notices when his hands slide another fraction of an inch.

He forgets to keep his head tilted forward, too, leaning it back against Genesis instead and trying to use it as the smallest bit of leverage to push his hips into Genesis' hand a little faster.