His cock is so hard. So hard. Cehd'ra's voice is near enough that it spurs him on even more, audible over his pulse pounding in his ears as the thick tentacle fucking him plunges deeper on every thrust. It presses against his stomach from the inside. He feels immensely full already, and when a second tendril joins it, He Ming gives a full-body shudder and sags forward, overwhelmed, but still looking at Cehd'ra through his lashes.

"You're so hard." He Ming inhales shakily, eyelids fluttering as his own dick twitches and he leaks enough precum for the creature to pick up and swipe over his slit. The pointed tip of the tentacle is almost too intent, and He Ming squirms with a soft whine. "I want to... suck you off too."

The creature pauses, stilling its sinuous movements. Then the tentacle inside of Cehd'ra curls almost in half, coiling inside of him to a thicker girth. He Ming is lowered slowly until he can set his knees firmly on the ground. The creature must have heard him, or understood some of his statement. Even with his arms still pinned to his sides, He Ming can shuffle forward and bow his head over Cehd'ra's groin. Something of the slickness and feeling of being completely surrounded by unknown contact is driving He Ming to an even higher level of excitement. He licks his lips, and bends down to press a sloppy kiss to Cehd'ra's shaft between the tentacles.