It's so easy to let himself get lost in this, to give up trying to think coherently and just let it feel good, just concentrate on how good Ned's lips feel against his and how oddly right all of it feels. There's self-doubt, certainly, and a heaping spoonful of self-consciousness and a fear of embarrassing himself, but there's one thing he doesn't doubt at all, and that's that the choice to do this with Ned was very much the right choice.

Even if he makes a fool of himself, even if he awkwardly fumbles in trying to position his hands or trips over his own feet when Ned nudges him back a bit -- which he does, but he quickly regains his balance again to lean up against the wall -- he knows Ned won't mock him for it. That's a sense of security he can't take for granted, and he finds that he likes being up against the wall, too; it adds an additional sense of security, being between Ned's body and the wall, and the kiss he responds with is even more enthusiastic than the one before it, full of delight and appreciation.

Finally, his other hand seems to have decided to tangle itself in Ned's hair, and that seems perfect, too. If he let his cynicism speak up, he'd be thinking that there was no way all of this could stay so perfect, that he'd be bound to fuck it all up eventually, but he's trying to ignore that little voice, and just concentrate on the kissing, which is something he knows he's, at the very least, passably decent at.