[He's most certainly excited, but through everything, Zen is adamant in holding out for Yang. In a way, it would be she who would give him permission to come, to make him suffer through the very want that coursed through his veins. He didn't mind being used for her pleasure, as shown by the very charming smile that he would be there to the very end.
Hands a bit more firm, he grabs onto Yang's thighs, daring to thrust himself into her, albeit in a slow, encouraging motion. He bites his lip, though a small groan is heard from behind his teeth, sounding as pleased as ever.]
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Hands a bit more firm, he grabs onto Yang's thighs, daring to thrust himself into her, albeit in a slow, encouraging motion. He bites his lip, though a small groan is heard from behind his teeth, sounding as pleased as ever.]