Some part of Genesis thinks he should expect this. Cloud can be so unpredictable at times, a wild thing caught in his own head, but that's part of what has always fascinated Genesis about him. He's a surprise around every corner, and as that aggressive kiss happens, he grins against more teeth than lip, and indulges the spitfire by not drawing back immediately.

The hand along Cloud's jaw moves to tangle into the shorter hairs along the nape of Cloud's neck, tugging him up more to Genesis' height so he very nearly looms over the younger. A deep, echoing chuckle spills from his throat, against that twisted kiss, before Genesis breaks away first. He doubts Cloud has the control to. And as indulgent as he is, he's not one to take advantage of someone he cares about. Whether Cloud believes that or not, Genesis doesn't bother mentioning it, preferring his coy game instead.

"My, my. That certainly is a way to thank a man for saving your life." His voice is low and pleased, a predatory edge to the way his eyes slant with sly mirth. "There are no complaints from me, of course, but perhaps that was something you wanted off your chest, hm?"