"And you obviously know what you're doing," he replies, but his words are mostly muffled into Ned's neck as he kisses that sensitive spot again, liking the reaction he gets out of Ned just from something as simple as a lingering kiss. He wants nothing more than to make Ned happy, now, and he's relaxed enough that he doesn't feel at all shy about sliding his hand down Ned's body and taking his cock in hand, beginning to stroke. Ned had been arching his hips towards him, after all, and he's pretty sure that although he's never touched anyone like this before, it can't be too difficult to figure out.

All the same, he keeps his face buried in Ned's neck, because he's too embarrassed to look Ned in the eye, just in case he's doing something wrong, in case he's not capable of pleasing Ned the way Ned had pleased him. For all of his relaxation, how good and heavy-limbed his body feels, he knows that he still has the potential to be nervous and awkward. The sheer enjoyment and happiness overwhelms most of the worry, though, and the desire to get more of those little gasps out of Ned spurs him on.