That's all he'd really wanted to hear; the words are encouragement enough without the way Ned shifts his hips, but he's not going to complain about that motion either, not when he's already so close to the edge himself that all of his muscles are tensed and twitching slightly. The hand that isn't stroking its way across Ned's chest reaches up to cup his cheek in an oddly gentle motion, a gesture that he's pretty sure is altogether too emotionally open, but that he wouldn't change for the world.

And he does want to keep going, so he begins to move again, trying to be a little less frantic now, seeing the way Ned's body responds to all of those touches, idly runs his thumb over Ned's lower lip after seeing Ned bite at it like that to hold in a sound. There's no holding in his own sounds, and there's no way he can come up with a coherent response to Ned's instruction to do as he likes, so he just lets himself concentrate on the intense sensations he can feel building inside of him.

When he comes, when those building sensations finally break and wash over him, it doesn't exactly take him by surprise, but it's so intense that he can't let out any noise at all, unlike the constant whimpers and moans he's been letting out through the rest of this. Instead, he's completely quiet, eyes firmly shut and mouth open in a silent cry, almost immediately collapsing onto Ned as soon as he feels like he can move again.