He Ming's drop has Cehd'ra immediately regretting tugging on him to begin with, the miqo'te making a deeply unhappy sound at the added weight before the other moves off, helped just as much by the tentacles until they are laid out side by side. It's still not idea but it's the most comfortable he's been so far, cradled in a soft, wet grip that curls around his shoulders and thighs. He Ming's warm presence is the greater comfort, even after nearly squishing him, Cehd'ra turning into his touch and mumbling something unclear against He Ming's lips. A kiss? Just a kiss is kind of nice right now...

It's easier on his side. The weight less severe and Cehd'ra dares to think he might be able to rest. Unfortunately the creature's idea of rest still involves idle groping, a tentacle sliding between his cheeks, rubbing at his tender hole and finding his tail. The tip curls around the base of it curiously, another tentacle sweeping over He Ming's hips and--no, this is definitely different and something the creature missed when it had Cehd'ra pinned to the floor.

"Hn, aah!" Cehd'ra grasps at He Ming's hands, clinging and squirming as the creature finds a new means of stimulating.