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Sighing loudly, he wrapped a towel around his waist before going out of the bathroom. Azira was just about to call out for Zen, telling him that he had finished with his shower when a sound caught his attention.

Of Zen panting hard, his breathing coming short.

Azira could feel himself hardening again, even with the early session by himself, since he could see Zen’s reflection on the window.

One of Zen, on top of his own bed, legs spread and with one hand stroking himself.