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In the living room of the charming suburban house they've been given to live in, He Ming is possibly more excited than he ever has been in a living room before. They had to move some of the furniture out of the way to make room. The rug's been rolled up and set aside. Like a bat, Cehd'ra said, and He Ming wonders if it'll be bigger, smaller, or a different color than a bat he's seen before. A bat from another world must be different.

"I'm ready!" he says, before going to perch on the arm of the sofa against one wall of the room. "Go ahead."

He's never seen magic before—at least not this kind of magic—so when the spell begins to diverge from normal, he has no idea. He Ming simply blinks in surprise when the summoning finishes and he sees in the center of the circle a being that's over twice his size with a bulky central body and dozens of teeming, squirming tentacles extending from it that are already beginning to spread out and feel around for its bearings.

"That doesn't... look like a bat."

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"Okay." He Ming's lips press against skin, dragging over where his pulse beats and to his bared shoulder. Continuing to touch him, He Ming giggles at the suggestion Cehd'ra makes.

"Of course I want you to touch me. Mm, if you could turn around—? Then I can keep touching you like this."

As much as he wants Cehd'ra to touch him too, He Ming doesn't want to stop. He raises himself to nuzzle behind his ears and kisses at the base of one, humming quietly.

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Not only does moving mean a temporary hold being put on some of those touches, but it means actually moving when that's the last thing his body wants to do. Cehd'ra nods his assent with a groaned hum, turning the motion into a stretch to limber himself up a bit. He Ming's kisses are all the encouragement needed, ear flicking before he turns and rolls first onto his stomach and then with another towards He Ming.

"Is this better?" he asks, hands already reaching between them. There are definite benefits to having made himself move. Now he can kiss He Ming back, pressing a few nuzzling kisses along the man's collarbone as his hands rub down over his hips.

Getting his hands on He Ming's cock, returning the favor and letting their legs tangle together... The spooning was nice but this is just as good, Cehd'ra wouldn't mind staying like this for the rest of the day either.

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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.

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Cehd'ra's first instinct to He Ming's complaint is to offer another apology. It is his fault they're both sore... The praise that follows surprises him and keeps the apology stuck in his throat. The miqo'te bows his head as He Ming kisses it, closing his eyes as a warmth fills him that has nothing to do with what He Ming's hands are doing. Though that is also nice.

"He Ming," he moans, soft and plaintive and touched, unsure how to articulate it beyond doing as much as he can to make the other feel just as good. Cehd'ra kisses his chest and then higher, licking at the exposed throat before dragging his teeth lightly over the skin. All of it, every touch and kiss, is so terribly gentle. Fingertips circle the smooth head of his cock, rubbing over the slit and smearing the precome that produces, polishing his cock with his palm while his tail gives a more eager flick behind him.

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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.

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Neither of them are in any rush but neither are they looking to draw things out. Whatever happens, happens and that's fine as it's still at a pace of their choosing. Cehd'ra hums an answer to He Ming's request, cupping the head with his palm and rubbing around and around while the other runs fingers up and down the shaft. There's lotion nearby but sadly not nearby enough that Cehd'ra could reach it without a lot more moving around. Hopefully these careful touches will be enough...He Ming's making sounds like they are.

"Are you getting close?" Cehd'ra asks quietly, following the question with another nipping kiss to his throat. "Go ahead, we can have my turn after..."

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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.

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"Do it," he murmurs, almost purring...there is a low rumble building in his chest as He Ming gives in and spills into his hand. Cehd'ra's own cock twinges in empathy, the scent enough to make him moan as he lifts his hand up to his mouth to lick it clean.

"Mnh..." He reaches, draping his other arm over He Ming's middle and pulls their bodies together in a careful embrace. The events of yesterday are fading under the simple haze of sex. There will come a time when they won't be ignored so easily but for now this is good. Reaffirming with each other that they're both just fine for all they've been through.

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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.

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He wasn't trying to distract He Ming, he wanted that pleasure and he still does. But the chance to hear him make those sounds and earn such sweet words of praise is always worth pursuing. Cehd'ra melts into He Ming's kiss, curving up against the other's body leaving just enough space for He Ming to reach between and touch.

"Ha...'love the taste," he smiles before getting back to kissing and letting slip a sharper moan at the teasing nail. "He Ming..."

He follows after the cupping hand with a few quick and fervent bucks of his hips, grinding lightly into his relaxed grip. It's such a good tease...

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"That's hot too," He Ming murmurs, kissing through the taste of his own cum. He touches his tongue to the bow of Cehd'ra's upper lip, only to nuzzle their noses together and laugh cheerfully.

"Get off on my hand." To encourage it, He Ming holds onto the tip of his cock, letting him rub the tip against his palm. With a soft hum, he digs his nail harder against the underside of his dick. "Come all over me... come on."

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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.

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As hard as it might be to feel better after all the physical and emotional abuses of yesterday, He Ming is willing to try his very best to get Cehd'ra to a better state of mind. Stroking him lightly, he only stops playing with his cock until Cehd'ra grabs him by the back of his hand and ruts into his grip.

Hot cum drips over his fingers. He Ming hums and kisses Cehd'ra again, sucking softly at a spot on his skin. "That was nice," he murmurs. "Do you feel a little better?"