Snuggled up with Cedh'ra, the warmth keeps him as comfortable as he can be when he was so thoroughly fucked the day before. As soon as he moves he feels soreness radiating from his hips up his spine.

"Nn. Yeah, I'm kind of hungry." Rubbing his face at the crook of his neck, He Ming draws in a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "But I don't want to get up."

Instead he wants to indulge in this warmth, and indulge in Cehd'ra. He Ming's hands wander around his middle and higher, fingers spanning his ribcage.