"Mnh, 'like that," Cehd'ra groans at the soft touches, so gentle and the sensations barely more than teasing. It means some coaxing is needed on He Ming's part to get him hard, his cock slowly warming to the touches and building up to a pleasant ache. "That feels perfect."

He trusts He Ming enough to let go, reaching up and behind him to comb through the man's hair, hips rocking slowly as he lets himself get hard. He doesn't exactly want to move, happy to continue being spooned and touched like this, but it feels a little selfish...

"Do you want my hands too? Or I could turn around, 'give you my mouth..."