Those little shivers are terribly gratifying - moreso than Ginsberg probably realizes. Ned keeps kissing at his chest, moving lower to run a tongue over one of his nipples. He doesn't think it would take craziness for Ginsberg to want to slow down, but he's glad he doesn't want to all the same.

Emboldened by the other man's continued enthusiasm, Ned undoes Ginsberg's belt buckle. Strange, how little things like the rattle of a buckle can acquire such an eroticism to them. Ned doesn't stop there, makes quick work of the button and zipper, tugs his pants down and off with efficiency, leaving him in his boxers and, amusingly, his socks. Ned adjusts him once more, with little nudges and touches, until he's lying on his back. He sits back on his knees to admire the view and, well, it is quite a sight.

"You're gorgeous," he says.