The fact that either of them are still in the mood for this, even after a night and then some of rest, is a surprise to Cehd'ra. Or rather, it's a surprise from him, not as much from He Ming now that he thinks about it. The warm press of his hand, circling and then sliding down his torso, makes his stomach flip and warmth spread through from his core. The miqo'te's eyelids flutter open, tipping his head back and letting his ears flick against He Ming's chest.

He can say no. He Ming will listen if he does. It's a reassuring thought...even if Cehd'ra doesn't think he wants to disappoint.

"Please do," he murmurs, reaching to cover both of He Ming's hands now with his own, helping to guide the other lower to brush his fingers over his still soft cock.