Genesis never tops. Never. Even when he does. Tru Fax.
This is a sequel to "Join" by gothicdragon752. Also what happens when I read Genesis/Sephiroth...

Disclaimer - characters are not mine. The hilarious idea of Virgin!Sephiroth is courtesy of Kysis.


Ignite The Molotov

For the first time, Sephiroth was insatiable. It was more than a physical hunger or thirst for those are easily satisfied. But from one taste of a spice like no other; a brush of soft, warm lips or patient words echoing quietly in the near-silence, Sephiroth wanted more. A need almost, tugging at his sanity with fingers that promised elation like he'd never experienced before.

The feeling was strange, he found, losing control but gaining that of another; seeing someone so constructed and composed falling apart at the seams all because of him. His body. His hands. His lips.

But it was Genesis' words that urged him to continue. The way his mouth curved around breathless syllables. Concentrating on each flighty vowel; the heavy sigh of his name displaced the discomfort of his self-consciousness about being so bare and unprotected in the company of others.

But, with his hands gliding down long, smooth legs, guided by deceptively dainty fingers, so was Genesis. And he was wholly unaffected by his nakedness. In fact, Sephiroth would've come to the conclusion (as socially inept) as he was, that Genesis loved it.

"Seph," came the laborious pant once again. Sephiroth raised his eyes and found the brightest blue in the world staring up at him from behind thick, charcoal lashes. His gaze drifted down Genesis' face, for now missing how pale his skin was against his auburn hair; against the dark dye of the bed sheets, focusing once more on the exquisite mouth that had become his oasis in the oppressive desert he had been trapped in all his life.

And, when lifting his hand up to the small unit beside the bed, Genesis kept on giving. He shuffled up the bed a little, enough to make Sephiroth sit between his open legs. It was the first chance Sephiroth had to see his soon-to-be lover utterly nude before him. Slim, but curved with muscle and strong bones, Sephiroth's conscience ached to trace every sinew with bare palms; commit every single inch to his memory for as long as he was alive.

A hand was grasping tightly to his own, aligning both of their forefingers together and interlacing the rest. The glossy digits were slick and cold against his. Sephiroth once again glanced up to meet Genesis' stare and was instantly enchanted by the emotion that lingered under the water's surface.

"Sephiroth..." Full pink lips twisted into a smile, lids falling to a close as their fingers reached the target. Sephiroth tensed, snapping back to himself in realisation. It was too late, and nearly impossible from the strength of Genesis' grip, to pull back even if he wanted to. The thirst was too great to abandon now.

Slowly, the fingers pressed in. More sounds, like those Genesis had been making throughout the ritualistic, exploratory undress, were given; his neck bared in silent invite, rosy from amorous lips and zealous teeth. Sephiroth had learnt that the redhead adored to be touched; to have someone physically admire the body that he was so proud of, almost as if he were sharing himself… He spread his fingers and made himself hospitable for the teen that had claimed him in a single kiss.

A glimpse of a white was granted as Genesis bit into plush, flushed skin. His lingering moan a purr from the back of his throat. Legs rose either side of Sephiroth's seated position, working to urge him upwards and to regain his place, settled like the long-lost matching piece of a puzzle. There was a sense of belonging Sephiroth found in the position. Genesis belonged to him. Whether he knew it or not… he would soon. Sephiroth's instincts needed no assistance in what happened next.