When Ned finds a particular angle that draws a breathless cry out of Ginsberg, he's about to tell Ned not to change angles at all, but Ned's already one step ahead of him, already focusing on that perfect angle, each thrust feeling better than the last, until he's not sure he can even see straight anymore. The noises Ned is making are coupled with his own to create quite a combination of sounds, all of which are loud and sound completely shameless. There's a moment where he wonders whether the neighbors will overhear, and what they'll think, but it's hard to worry about what anyone thinks when all he can hear is the rush of blood in his own ears and the things Ned's saying to him, things nobody else has ever said before.

He knows that perhaps he's too close to the edge too fast, that he should be able to hold out longer, but he doesn't think he can really be blamed for being so aroused his first time ever, especially not when Ned had already used his very talented mouth and hands, so he just buries his face in Ned's shoulder and tries to hold out for as long as he can, although the erratic way he's breathing and the noises he just can't tamp down should be evidence enough of how much he's enjoying himself.