Ned can tells, from a dozen little nonverbal signs, that Ginsberg approves of the move, and so he stays where he is, their chests pressed flush together. Ginsberg's hand in his hair is gentle, but brushes against his scalp in just the right way to send a shiver all the way down his spine. It's not a bad feeling though, by any means.

He's glad to take things slowly, to let himself relax into this, warming up from their walk outside, bodies fitted together like pieces of a puzzle. Without noticing when he'd done it, Ned's pressed one of his legs between Ginsberg's, keeping him in place.

"I have to say, I'm really glad we're doing this again," Ned breaks the kiss to murmur. He seems to remember that Ginsberg liked having his ears touched, so he moves his mouth close, breath hot, just a dash of mischief in his tone. "I keep thinking about last time..."