It probably doesn't fit any definition of cool to smile as much as he does at Ned's comment, but then, Ned's already well aware of the fact that he's not cool, and since that seems to be just fine, he lets that silly grin break across his face. "Yeah, me too," he replies, not quite as quietly as Ned, because he can't seem to tone down his excitement enough to whisper, "I thought about it a lot. I thought you might not wanna do it again, so I'm glad you do, because otherwise, I'd've been thinking about it forever without getting to experience it again, and that would've been sad. For me, I mean."

Despite the fact that he's slightly more relaxed and less nervous about this whole thing now that they've done it once before, he's still not entirely capable of turning off the part of his mind that makes him babble. He runs his fingers through Ned's hair again, partially because he thinks Ned enjoys it, partially because he likes the feeling of his hair underneath his fingertips.

He should probably be embarrassed, too, at just how favorably he responds to having Ned's mouth that close to his ear, of having Ned's leg pressed between his, but embarrassment seems like a waste of time when he could simply roll his hips ever so slightly, pressing against Ned's leg a little more, wordlessly encouraging him to do more, even if he's not sure what more entails; he's just greedy for any possible touch.