Not only does moving mean a temporary hold being put on some of those touches, but it means actually moving when that's the last thing his body wants to do. Cehd'ra nods his assent with a groaned hum, turning the motion into a stretch to limber himself up a bit. He Ming's kisses are all the encouragement needed, ear flicking before he turns and rolls first onto his stomach and then with another towards He Ming.

"Is this better?" he asks, hands already reaching between them. There are definite benefits to having made himself move. Now he can kiss He Ming back, pressing a few nuzzling kisses along the man's collarbone as his hands rub down over his hips.

Getting his hands on He Ming's cock, returning the favor and letting their legs tangle together... The spooning was nice but this is just as good, Cehd'ra wouldn't mind staying like this for the rest of the day either.