The fact Cloud has his attention so transfixed on Genesis that he doesn't notice the steady way the rock melts beneath him brings a pleased growl into his throat. No snappy comeback, no fight but the one to coax out even more pleasure - what a perfect, pretty sight Cloud makes. It'll be such a shame to see it end, he realizes. Well, there's hardly any hurry. Genesis' pace doesn't quicken, but he does press another digit into Cloud's body, crooking his fingers to stroke inside him.

"You're a work of art," he purrs against Cloud's neck, listening to the quick tempo of his pulse. The urge to paint a bruising mark there with his teeth is hard to resist, but he manages to keep the graze of his incisors light. "Being so good for me; a masterpiece."