He Ming moans softly, sounds peaking in desperate whines as he ruts against the warm grip of his hand through his orgasm.

"It's so hot when you lick your hands like that." He leans forward, nuzzling at his mouth and lapping at the part of his lips. Tasting his own cum, He Ming sighs, satiated. "Now let me help you out and taste you too."

He begins to touch Cehd'ra again. Skimming fingertips along his length, He Ming teases his arousal, finally using a fingernail to trace the vein along his underside. He likes holding him just in his hand, soft and hot.