The run of tentacles along his shaft as it begins to harden is stunning, nearly, in how good it feels. The sensation is uncomplicated and the most simple of pleasures.
He Ming, of course, loves it. He continues to watch Cehd'ra, attention continually attracted back to him. His brow occasionally furrows, both whenever he sees Cehd'ra's expression change and whenever he feels a tentacle do something particularly innovative. He can't seem to focus on any particular factor at any time. Particularly not when his pants are tugged down and his sticky, slick skin is exposed to cool air.
Now Cehd'ra can see his erection. He Ming would be more embarrassed if he couldn't see that Cehd'ra is experiencing a similar response. "I'm okay," he manages to say in response. "I... nn." Biting his lip, He Ming shudders, feeling his nipples harden.
"I don't know what to do. I can't get it off. But... you feel good, right?" He can see that. He Ming lets out a sigh as his knees finally touch the ground, though his arms are still forced back while the creature continues to explore his chest. "So it's okay."
He Ming is fine with it, in any case. His gaze is becoming hazy and unfocused, teeth digging into his lip while he watches the tentacles wrap around Cehd'ra's bared thigh and pull it to the side. The tips of the other tendrils press insistently at the rim of his exposed hole, until a stubborn one finds its way in.
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He Ming, of course, loves it. He continues to watch Cehd'ra, attention continually attracted back to him. His brow occasionally furrows, both whenever he sees Cehd'ra's expression change and whenever he feels a tentacle do something particularly innovative. He can't seem to focus on any particular factor at any time. Particularly not when his pants are tugged down and his sticky, slick skin is exposed to cool air.
Now Cehd'ra can see his erection. He Ming would be more embarrassed if he couldn't see that Cehd'ra is experiencing a similar response. "I'm okay," he manages to say in response. "I... nn." Biting his lip, He Ming shudders, feeling his nipples harden.
"I don't know what to do. I can't get it off. But... you feel good, right?" He can see that. He Ming lets out a sigh as his knees finally touch the ground, though his arms are still forced back while the creature continues to explore his chest. "So it's okay."
He Ming is fine with it, in any case. His gaze is becoming hazy and unfocused, teeth digging into his lip while he watches the tentacles wrap around Cehd'ra's bared thigh and pull it to the side. The tips of the other tendrils press insistently at the rim of his exposed hole, until a stubborn one finds its way in.