"Well I seriously doubt I'm the first one who's thought it." He's going to add some comment about people being too shy, not being honest enough, but that look on Ginsberg's face makes him stop short. Instead of saying any of that, he dives forward, has to kiss him again, in a different way than before. Their initial kisses had been gentle, had been a way of testing the waters, the first hesitant advances. This time, Ned kisses him as if there were nothing else he'd like to do more in the world (and at the moment he can't think of anything). He tangles his hands in Ginsberg's hair, does his utmost to kiss his breath away.

Once Ned's breathing hard, himself, he breaks away with a radiant grin. The blood is pounding in his ears pleasantly and all in a rush he wants to make this amazing for Ginsberg, wants nothing more than to absolutely rock his world. He thinks he knows a good way to start. So Ned slides lower on the bed, settles down between Ginsberg's legs. He smooths the palms of his hands up and down the insides of the other man's inner thighs, pulling at his boxers with a short laugh.