Moving around the bed means straining their sore muscles, but He Ming will sacrifice a lot of the sake of pleasure. It's worth it with Cehd'ra, after all. He shuffles around to make room for him to roll over.

"Definitely better." Agreeing readily, He Ming's excitement flares up; he scoots forward and kisses him before lifting his chin so he can better access his neck. "Mm. I'm sore," he admits. "But you're so soft. So nice."

Dropping kiss after kiss on the top of his head, He Ming begins touching him again, rubbing his palm along his shaft and holding him carefully in his fingers.