Ned's own head is spinning with a strange, wonderful kind of vertigo, but he can tell that Ginsberg must be close. There's no mistaking that expression, the frantic quality to his breathing, and Ned can't get enough of it. Which is why, when Ginsberg buries his face against Ned's shoulder, Ned sets a hand on his chest, not exactly pushing him back against the bed, but suggesting.

"C'mon... I wanna see your face, please." With that he increases the speed of his thrusts, pumping Ginsberg's cock with quick, sure strokes, "Open your eyes and look at me." Ned wants to make eye contact, if just for a moment. He needs that feeling of connection, that intimacy. Thinks it's important, particularly because this is Ginsberg's first time, because he was so nervous and unsure and worried. Ned wants to see him stripped of all of that, wants him to see that there's nothing to be ashamed of, here.