Cehd'ra can see He Ming perfectly well. He's able to watch the creature holding him aloft with thick coils winding all the way past his knees and elbows, plus one more squirming down his pants and giving what Cehd'ra would swear is an excited wiggle at what it finds. It's weird but He Ming's laughing reaction and quick reassurances that he isn't being hurt makes his stomach do a familiar flip. He should not find this arousing, there's nothing appealing about it at all--
Suddenly the reason for the tentacle climbing up his pant leg clicked, becoming alarming in a whole new way.
"Mmmph! Mm--aah!" Cehd'ra lets out a cough as the tentacle leaves his mouth, slime dripping over his cheek. In that same moment the creature reached its destination, causing Cehd'ra's back to arch as it paused, fondling and this should not feel good. "Gods, He Ming I--I am so...ngh!"
It's impossible to say for sure what sorts of emotions the thing has, let alone recognize them, but there's a definite eagerness to it now. The tentacle exploring He Ming settles, pressing between his cheeks and the give of his hole. It only tests for now, squirming past He Ming's underwear, probing with the tapered tip and backing off whenever it meets with too much resistance. Another dangles down He Ming from above, sliding down his chest and squirming it's way down the man's pants from the front, quickly confirming that Cehd'ra and He Ming are in fact built the same way. For science.
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Suddenly the reason for the tentacle climbing up his pant leg clicked, becoming alarming in a whole new way.
"Mmmph! Mm--aah!" Cehd'ra lets out a cough as the tentacle leaves his mouth, slime dripping over his cheek. In that same moment the creature reached its destination, causing Cehd'ra's back to arch as it paused, fondling and this should not feel good. "Gods, He Ming I--I am so...ngh!"
It's impossible to say for sure what sorts of emotions the thing has, let alone recognize them, but there's a definite eagerness to it now. The tentacle exploring He Ming settles, pressing between his cheeks and the give of his hole. It only tests for now, squirming past He Ming's underwear, probing with the tapered tip and backing off whenever it meets with too much resistance. Another dangles down He Ming from above, sliding down his chest and squirming it's way down the man's pants from the front, quickly confirming that Cehd'ra and He Ming are in fact built the same way. For science.