Oh. There truly is a goddess up in the skies, isn't it?

Genesis' cock throbs, as if it wasn't answer enough, he looks at Sephiroth with bright eyes, lips parted, reddened after the kissing, his whole body aching for more. Sephiroth is new at this, but he desires it enough to expose himself as not /perfect/ at something, and that fills Genesis with a fondness he didn't know he had space in his heart for.

But also it makes him so fucking horny.

"Perfect," he whispers, moving a hand to pet Sephiroth's hair as a form of encouraging him, showing him how good he is doing. "You are perfect," he says, and he doesn't mean a perfect monster or soldier. Just a lover, one who desires and wants, and Genesis is made of all those things.

He may be in love, he thinks when Sephiroth put his cock into his mouth.