Given something to rut into and with He Ming's heady encouragement Cehd'ra is quick to lose himself. Rocking his hips, whimpering at each teasing press into He Ming's palm and gritting his teeth as his nails draw sensitive lines along the underside, the lingering aches from yesterday slip from his mind as he falls into the pursuit of pleasure.

"He Ming, He Ming..."

Finally those rhythmic motions begin to falter, Cehd'ra reaching down and closing those teasing fingers around his cock as he gets close, fucking their hands until he comes with a sharp gasp and shudder.