Tseng snickers a little bit. "I think you may need to save that for Aerith. I won't be demanding you make an honest...man out of me?" The phrasing was odd, especially as he was waking up. He ignores it then, focusing on Zack.

It's good to wake up this way, he decides. He shifts so that Zack isn't hard pressed to stay hovering over him, his own hands rubbing over biceps and rotater cuffs, mentally evaluating that Zack is still in excellent shape. He's slimmed down some, but what is left is still muscle.

He parts his legs for Zack, deciding maybe this is where they went wrong. Maybe Zack wanted to be the dominant party in this situation. He curls one leg around Zack's waist so his heel is at the small of his back, letting Zack explore and breathing softly, shivering a bit when his hand dips low.

"Hm?" He responds to his name, tilting his face down to meet Zack's eyes, trying to read that odd expression on his face.