Being gentle is easy for He Ming, just as easy as it is to be rough. He wants so much for Cehd'ra to enjoy this. The velvety texture of his skin is lovely against his hand. Already, He Ming is having fun as well.

"Yes?" he asks. His shoulders shudder at the soft pull of teeth over his skin. "Mm, God, Cehd'ra, your hands feel so good. Rub the tip a little more..?"

His sensitivity is higher there. If Cehd'ra can oblige, He Ming will get off that much faster; he doesn't think of holding back.