"Okay." He Ming's lips press against skin, dragging over where his pulse beats and to his bared shoulder. Continuing to touch him, He Ming giggles at the suggestion Cehd'ra makes.

"Of course I want you to touch me. Mm, if you could turn around—? Then I can keep touching you like this."

As much as he wants Cehd'ra to touch him too, He Ming doesn't want to stop. He raises himself to nuzzle behind his ears and kisses at the base of one, humming quietly.