Ned does pause, for a moment, when Ginsberg says that. Not out of any desire to take the out he's being offered, but out of appreciation for the fact that Ginsberg is offering it. It's sweet of him, particularly because Ned has more often than not had encounters with people who did expect something, who were willing to jump to jeers and emotional blackmail if they didn't get what they wanted.

"I want to," he reassures fervently, with a broad smile that has just a hint of wickedness around the edges.

And once the two of them have settled that this is what both of them want, well, why delay things any more than necessary? Ned pushes Ginsberg's boxers down to just above his knees. He glances up at the other man and, with a rather self-conscious laugh of his own, wraps his hand around the base of his cock. "I'm not all that good at this," he warns, and it takes some effort not to rattle off all the various reasons why that might be the case. There's a time for nervous talking, and there's a time for, well, action. So, his disclaimer given, Ned dips his head down and takes Ginsberg's cock into his mouth. He's not entirely without experience, and what he lacks in artistry he certainly makes up for in enthusiasm.