Ned kisses back eagerly, running his hands up and down Ginsberg's back, feeling the shift of muscles under his skin, keeping him close. He lets out a little hum of encouragement when Ginsberg speeds up, pressing one heel into the bed and lifting his hips, trying to take Ginsberg even deeper. "-'s good. You can try- mixing it up a bit. Fast then slow, that- that kind of thing." There are odd breaks in his sentence, but Ned is happy to be talking Ginsberg through things, glad that he's willing to listen to advice, vague as it may be. He's been with people before who couldn't stand it if he talked while they were having sex, and some people who didn't like it if he made any noise at all. But Ginsberg isn't like that.

Experimentally, lightly, Ned runs his fingernails over the skin of Ginsberg's back, seeing what kind of reaction it will elicit. It's impossible to predict these things based on personality, in Ned's experience. Nothing for it but to test the waters, to keep his eyes and ears open and shape himself in whatever way he can to fit the mold of what it seems Ginsberg likes.