Ned doesn't seem to notice Ginsberg's indecision with where to put his hands; his eyes slip shut as he goes back to kissing the other man, enjoying the softness of his lips, that faint trace of hesitation in the way he kisses. It's so like his personality; eager, but also unsure. Warm and bold but with a touch of self-consciousness and fear of rejection.

"I'm good," he murmurs between kisses, breathing a little quicker now, feeling a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Very good."

With a gentle but insistent nudge he pushes Ginsberg back a step, so that his back can rest against the wall of the entryway. Not pinning him, nothing too aggressive, just giving him something to lean against. In the past, Ned's been with a few people who liked that, who enjoyed the feeling of being kissed up against a wall, and he figures it's probably not something Ginsberg's done, or done a lot of.