There's completely undisguised, open emotion on his face as he kisses Ned back, hands roaming all over Ned's body, convinced that if he fails to touch a single square inch of it, he won't have experienced everything he possibly can. He looks somewhere between enraptured and grateful, and even though he's practically collapsed onto the bed and breathing hard from their exertions, there's still that happy, delighted energy rushing through him that makes him let out a little laugh of amazement.

"Is that... what it's always like?"

Because if it is, he has a lot of lost time to make up for. He presses closer to Ned, returning those kisses, just as affectionately and warmly, hands gliding across Ned's skin and not stopping in one particular place or another. He can't possibly say all the things he wants to say, but he tries to communicate it with his kisses, with his desire to make Ned feel good, too.