As long as Cehd'ra keeps touching him and listening to him, He Ming can get off. He's young enough and simply has a high enough libido for it, and even after yesterday's events, he hasn't run out of energy or interest.

"Mm-hm, I'm close." Turning his head, he kisses the crown of Cehd'ra's skull and buries his face in his hair, sighing lowly. "Gonna come... gonna come in your hand."

His voice rises in short moans, rhythmic gasps as his hard cock twitches and spurts precum against his palm. Heat gathers in his groin and reaches a low peak of orgasm, He Ming thrusting a few more times when he finishes.