"It's a weird metaphor anyway," Ned says, and though there's amusement in his tone, it is by no means malicious. Still, Ginsberg did get his point across, and Ned kisses him once again. If that's what he wants, Ned is more than happy to accommodate. In some ways, it is the easier option, and probably the safer bet. Ned knows he can do this without hurting Ginsberg, is that glad he's going to be the one doing this for him the first time, with the proper consideration.

"You don't need to know what you're doing. I know." Which is... more confidence than he'd probably be willing to own to, with anyone else, but he wants Ginsberg to feel like he's safe.

"Just relax, okay?" he murmurs, kissing his way down Ginsberg's chest a second time. "I have to get you ready, first." Ned coats his fingers with a liberal amount of the lubricant, rubs just the tip of one finger against Ginsberg's entrance, letting him get used to the idea. Ned remembers the first time he did this; the dynamic had been different. He doesn't want Ginsberg to be as on edge as he was then, adds, "The way this is probably gonna go, based on my experience, is that it's going to feel weird at first, and you're gonna want to giggle your head off. That's fine. But a while after that, it's going to stop feeling funny and it's going to feel really fucking fantastic. So just be patient, okay?"

With that he pushes one finger in, gradually. At the same time he takes Ginsberg's cock back into his mouth to give him something else to focus on.