Genesis doesn't even remember his theories of Sephiroth being a virgin (yes, of course, he thought about it), his brain doesn't seem to process anything more than what's happening right in that instant: Sephiroth kissing back, letting him guide. Genesis can feel how his heart beats and he swears they are synchronized.

Words are spoken aloud, without shame. They seem too much. Can he believe this? Genesis laughs short and breathlessly.

(He curses, a part of him does. Because always? always? And yet it happened now when Genesis is rotting, falling apart, when he has nothing to offer and Sephiroth nothing to feel but pity)

For now, only for now, Genesis moves forward through the poison in his mind.

"You have me," he declares. "Do I have you?"