Pulled down by the weight, He Ming sags a few inches more. The bulge in his belly brushes the tops of his thighs, and mixed with the sensation of the tentacles still rubbing all over his bared skin, He Ming shudders uncontrollably. He'd come once. Already arousal is making a comeback.

Cehd'ra doesn't sound like he's having as much fun. In an attempt to soothe him, He Ming shuffles along on his knees. He has to wiggle around because of the hold the creature still has on his hips, but he moves far up enough to kiss Cehd'ra softly on the lips before he's overcome by the need to gasp for breath again at a shift of the egg.

It's really so big. He Ming rests his cheek on the ground next to Cehd'ra, eyelids fluttering for a few seconds before he manages to speak again. "It's okay," he murmurs. "I feel really good. Like I'm gonna come again and again. And so full."

He supposes this might be close to what being pregnant feels like, and settles again so that he's as comfortable as he can be. Adjusting to the situation wasn't as hard as he might have thought before, and he puts it down to his people skills.

"I wanna cuddle," he mumbles. A moment later the tentacles around him loosen, then are joined by several more that wrap around him in almost an embrace. That's not really what He Ming intended. He'll take it, though, with a tired giggle. Beside him, another long, thick tentacle slithers along the floor to sweep under Cehd'ra's back and raise him slightly from the ground and closer to He Ming.