He's still so appreciative of the warnings Ned's giving him, of the way he keeps talking to him the whole time, letting him know that whatever he's feeling is normal, and even more amazingly, that he sounds good to Ned. Maybe the knowledge that Ned appreciates his vocalizations inspires him to make more noise, or maybe it's simply the fact that Ned's fingers feel amazing, and he can't quite seem to get enough. When Ned pulls away from him, just for that slightest moment to prepare himself, he just feels desperate for more touch.

He eagerly lets himself be drawn up into that kiss, prolonging it for as long as he can, trying to get his body as close to Ned's as possible, trying to relax entirely so that Ned can push into him. There's worry, for a moment, that this can't possibly work, that something will go wrong, that he'll make a complete fool of himself, but as soon as he feels Ned pushing into him so slowly, the worries begin to quiet themselves, because all he can concentrate on is the feelings. Ned was right: it does sting a little, but the gentleness and slowness with which Ned is taking it means that he adapts to it quickly, that it starts to feel good and right.

"Wow," he breathes, wrapping him arms around Ned, putting his hands on his back, still trying to hold him as close as possible, greedy for every inch of bare skin he can possibly get. "That's... I don't know what... just don't stop doing that, okay?"