When Sephiroth pulled out, Zechs made a small sound, too sensitive after it all not to. He didn't feel sore in the moment, though - various endorphins were still running through his system, a chemical soup that had him feel disconnected. And, having a warm body fussing over him - he wasn't immediately brought down to Earth, as he'd so often been other times. For a moment, he felt safe.

He could feel embarrassed later, about being in this state with a stranger. Not lifting a finger to help himself after becoming entirely filthy. Those were thoughts for a more sober Zechs, however.

Zechs focused a little more as he's tucked up against the larger veteran, something he hadn't experienced in ... years. He gradually engaged as Sephiroth dressed him, assisting more and more - his face reddening the more he helped to dress himself. Now, he was finally feeling more embarrassed, as he engaged with reality, as he became fully dressed. Zechs cleared his throat, he could blame vulnerability later for saying - "Forgive me."