"You don't need to slow down. Y-you... just... do whatever feels right."
Because it's all so new to him, it all feels overwhelmingly good, and if he's clinging to Ned just a little too tightly, he's not consciously aware of it. It's not that he's digging his nails into Ned's skin, really, so much as that his arms are wrapped around Ned firmly, holding him close. When Ned rests his head against his shoulder, he instinctively tilts his head down and buries his face in Ned's hair for a moment, planting several little kisses there, scattered and imprecise, more an expression of overflowing excitement and energy than anything directed.
"I can't believe I haven't... I should have been doing this all the time."
Because now he knows what he's been missing, and it's going to be hard to go back to not doing it in the future, if this is his only chance of being with Ned in this way. Secretly, he hopes it won't be, but that's a thought for another time, a time when he's not tilting his hips up to meet Ned's slow, shallow thrusts, to meet the coaxing motions of his hand. It's amazing to him how instinctive his body's response is, like his body knows exactly what he's doing, even if his brain has no earthly idea.
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Because it's all so new to him, it all feels overwhelmingly good, and if he's clinging to Ned just a little too tightly, he's not consciously aware of it. It's not that he's digging his nails into Ned's skin, really, so much as that his arms are wrapped around Ned firmly, holding him close. When Ned rests his head against his shoulder, he instinctively tilts his head down and buries his face in Ned's hair for a moment, planting several little kisses there, scattered and imprecise, more an expression of overflowing excitement and energy than anything directed.
"I can't believe I haven't... I should have been doing this all the time."
Because now he knows what he's been missing, and it's going to be hard to go back to not doing it in the future, if this is his only chance of being with Ned in this way. Secretly, he hopes it won't be, but that's a thought for another time, a time when he's not tilting his hips up to meet Ned's slow, shallow thrusts, to meet the coaxing motions of his hand. It's amazing to him how instinctive his body's response is, like his body knows exactly what he's doing, even if his brain has no earthly idea.