They should get up, yeah, at some point. Food and water are both really important. He Ming can actually feel that his tongue is dry, which is gross.

But right now he wants something else more. Rubbing his hand against Cehd'ra's skin, He Ming circles one palm and lets him pull the other one up for a soft kiss. Fingers curl in Cehd'ra's grip before He Ming hums quietly.

"Later," He Ming mumbles. "Let me... touch you first. Can I?"

His free hand begins to dip lower, making it clear exactly what kind of touching He Ming is interested in.