There's no way he could bring himself to tear his eyes away from Ned now, and he only hopes that his gaze isn't too intent, too enthusiastic, because the last thing he wants to do is make Ned feel uncomfortable at a moment like this. He'd felt Ned do all of this to him the previous time they'd been together, of course, but he's never seen anyone do it to themselves, and his eyes are wide and fascinated as he watches, not even realizing that he's holding his breath.

When Ned finally presses a finger into himself, though, there's no way he can stifle the little whispered "Wow," that comes out of his own mouth, no matter how silly it sounds, and when Ned opens his eyes just a bit and looks at him, he has to take a deep, shaky breath, because he's suddenly more aroused from watching this than he'd been from all the kissing and touching they'd been doing before -- and he'd already been pretty damn aroused.

He's content to watch for some time, seeing the way Ned does it, caught up in the simple pleasure of the sight of it, running a hand across Ned's thigh, but his desire to try for himself surges up quickly, and he moves his hand from Ned's thigh to reach for the lube, too, imitating just what Ned had done. Tentatively, he nudges Ned's hand out of the way, looking at him as though asking for permission, before gently, very gently, as though he's afraid of hurting Ned terribly if he's not incredibly cautious, pressing a finger inside of him, still holding his breath.