"Maybe other people have thought it, but they've never said it, and..."
Again, he's cut off by Ned's kiss, and again, he's surprised by just how instinctive his response to it is. Despite being inclined to doubt himself in situations, he finds that his brain doesn't have time to give him pause for second-guessing when Ned's kissing him like that, and if Ned's intention had been to kiss his breath away, it certainly seems to be working. Greedily, he raises up off the bed a little, just for the sake of being closer to Ned, of feeling Ned's skin against his. He doesn't think he could possibly get sick of being so physically close to Ned, and he has to hold him tightly for a second, his hands on Ned's back, just enjoying the sensations of it all.
And then Ned's breaking away, and he's moving lower, and it's obvious what he has in mind. He can't help the nervous laugh that escapes him as Ned runs his hands up and down his inner thighs, nor can he help the compulsive babbling that rises to the surface once again. "You don't have to do that if you don't want to. I mean, I want you to, but I'm not expecting anything. If you thought I was expecting something."
He feels the need to say it, because what if Ned thought there was some kind of obligation there? He only wants Ned to do what he wants to do, what he's comfortable with, nothing more, nothing less. That doesn't mean he isn't unspeakably excited just from the feel of Ned's hands on his thighs, a place no other person has ever touched him before.
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Again, he's cut off by Ned's kiss, and again, he's surprised by just how instinctive his response to it is. Despite being inclined to doubt himself in situations, he finds that his brain doesn't have time to give him pause for second-guessing when Ned's kissing him like that, and if Ned's intention had been to kiss his breath away, it certainly seems to be working. Greedily, he raises up off the bed a little, just for the sake of being closer to Ned, of feeling Ned's skin against his. He doesn't think he could possibly get sick of being so physically close to Ned, and he has to hold him tightly for a second, his hands on Ned's back, just enjoying the sensations of it all.
And then Ned's breaking away, and he's moving lower, and it's obvious what he has in mind. He can't help the nervous laugh that escapes him as Ned runs his hands up and down his inner thighs, nor can he help the compulsive babbling that rises to the surface once again. "You don't have to do that if you don't want to. I mean, I want you to, but I'm not expecting anything. If you thought I was expecting something."
He feels the need to say it, because what if Ned thought there was some kind of obligation there? He only wants Ned to do what he wants to do, what he's comfortable with, nothing more, nothing less. That doesn't mean he isn't unspeakably excited just from the feel of Ned's hands on his thighs, a place no other person has ever touched him before.