Ginsberg really is a fast learner; Ned's breath is coming in quick, harsh rasps, now. It's been a while since he's done this with anyone and he'd forgotten how intense it can get, lets himself get lost in it, moving his hips back against the small movements of Ginsberg's hands, wanting more, not remembering how to articulate that. When he feels himself a familiar tightening in the pit of his stomach he has to check himself, stutter out a quick, "Okay, okay, hold up."

He lets go of the sheets, brings a hand up to Ginsberg's hair to pull him down into a kiss, passionate with an edge of desperation to it. "Gimme the-" he can't seem to remember how to speak properly right now, so he just sits up and grabs the lube himself. After he puts a generous amount onto his palm, he coats Ginsberg's cock with it by stroking it with quick, almost brusque movements. Ned knows some of his impatience must be coming across, and some small, still-rational corner of his mind hopes Ginsberg doesn't mind.

"You know what t-to do, right?" he asks, wrapping one leg around Ginsberg's back, lining his cock up with his entrance and then smiling at him, bright and dizzy. "Just go slow at first, okay?"