"I can think of a couple things..." Ned murmurs. It's always been more his role to follow along with whatever his partner wanted, to adjust himself to fit in with whatever scenario they had in mind. With Ginsberg, though, it's different. He seems, despite their previous night together, still nervous about his lack of experience and unwilling to trust in his own ability to make decisions. In which case, Ned thinks, it might be easier if he is more proactive, more forthright than is his custom.

"I kind of want you to fuck me," Ned suggests, head already dizzy enough with arousal that his usual obscenity filters have gone off-line. He keeps rubbing at Ginsberg with the heel of his palm, wonders how wound up he can get Ginsberg while he's still mostly-dressed. There's something strangely erotic about that, for Ned; about having the connection and energy of sex with a bare minimum of skin-to-skin contact. When he was new to all this, when he'd still been even worse than he is now about people touching him, he had preferred things like this - getting off with most of his clothes on. It's not so hard for him, now, to touch and be touched, but he still remembers how good it can be, without taking off a thing.

"Because..." he goes on, after that moment of distraction, "...some guys, you know, they really prefer it one way or another. I'm not really picky, but I thought, you should probably try both before you- before you make any decisions."