Cehd'ra fits so nicely in his arms. He's warm, soft, and still responsive. As he tilts his head back He Ming hums at the tickle of fur against his bared skin and gives him a soft kiss on the shoulder.

"Okay," he says, voice low and thrumming in his throat. "Tell me what you want me to do, okay?"

With the guidance, He Ming moves his hand to wrap carefully around his length. He moves only his fingers at first, touching the head with his fingertips and stroking lightly along the shaft to try and get him hard. As long as it feels good for Cehd'ra, He Ming will do whatever he has to.

"Is this good?" Again he kisses Cehd'ra's neck. "Too much?"