The compliment makes him laugh, ducking his head forward to kiss Ginsberg's stomach one last time before he gets to his feet. He needs a moment, then, to steady himself: his head is spinning slightly.
"I never thought I'd be the one saying this," Ned says through a lopsided grin, "but you worry too much." He gets rid of the rest of his clothes quickly, and is glad to do so. He's gotten so hard just from listening to Ginsberg, from seeing him and feeling him, that it was starting to get a bit painful.
He fishes under the bed for a shoebox and climbs onto the bed a moment or two later with a small tube of lubricant. That worry of Ginsberg's - though he finds it rather endearing - does shape the way he phrases what he says next. Ned starts by kissing him for a good half minute or so, then pulls back to say, "I know you haven't done this kinda thing before, but do you have a preference for... you know?" He can't bring himself to just out and out say it, so he aims for a metaphor instead, "For who's pitching and who's catching, if you get my drift."
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"I never thought I'd be the one saying this," Ned says through a lopsided grin, "but you worry too much." He gets rid of the rest of his clothes quickly, and is glad to do so. He's gotten so hard just from listening to Ginsberg, from seeing him and feeling him, that it was starting to get a bit painful.
He fishes under the bed for a shoebox and climbs onto the bed a moment or two later with a small tube of lubricant. That worry of Ginsberg's - though he finds it rather endearing - does shape the way he phrases what he says next. Ned starts by kissing him for a good half minute or so, then pulls back to say, "I know you haven't done this kinda thing before, but do you have a preference for... you know?" He can't bring himself to just out and out say it, so he aims for a metaphor instead, "For who's pitching and who's catching, if you get my drift."