He doesn't slow his pace to a stop purposefully, but it happens anyway as he feels Ned cling to him and shake like that, as he watches Ned's face and hears the noise that comes out of his mouth, something wonderful and completely inexplicable in all of that. He wonders, for a moment, if he's allowed to feel any pride at all that he'd been the one to make Ned feel that way, that it's him that's worthy of being clung to and shouted over. But at the moment, he's not thinking so clearly, anyway, not with his eyes intent upon Ned's face like that.
"W-what... what do I do now?" he asks, and he knows it's a dumb question, because he should be able to figure it out from here, shouldn't he? But he's gotten so used to Ned's instruction, somehow expected to be walked all the way through it, and all he seems capable of doing right now is staring reverently at Ned and running his hands up and down Ned's chest like he wants to touch every inch of free skin available. He's not even moving.
Ned's head is spinning with a delightful kind of vertigo. "You can k-keep going," he exhales, even though he's shuddering hard at every one of those light touches to his chest, the entire surface of his skin feeling hypersensitive to touch. But he doesn't care; he wants Ginsberg to keep moving. "I don't mind."
In an effort to encourage him, Ned shifts his hips back against Ginsberg's, biting down hard on his bottom lip to keep in a whimper. It's almost too much to bear, too intense, but part of him kind of likes it. "Just do what you like," he says, and while the words themselves might sound passive or self-sacrificing, there's a heat and hunger behind them that Ned doubts Ginsberg will miss.
That's all he'd really wanted to hear; the words are encouragement enough without the way Ned shifts his hips, but he's not going to complain about that motion either, not when he's already so close to the edge himself that all of his muscles are tensed and twitching slightly. The hand that isn't stroking its way across Ned's chest reaches up to cup his cheek in an oddly gentle motion, a gesture that he's pretty sure is altogether too emotionally open, but that he wouldn't change for the world.
And he does want to keep going, so he begins to move again, trying to be a little less frantic now, seeing the way Ned's body responds to all of those touches, idly runs his thumb over Ned's lower lip after seeing Ned bite at it like that to hold in a sound. There's no holding in his own sounds, and there's no way he can come up with a coherent response to Ned's instruction to do as he likes, so he just lets himself concentrate on the intense sensations he can feel building inside of him.
When he comes, when those building sensations finally break and wash over him, it doesn't exactly take him by surprise, but it's so intense that he can't let out any noise at all, unlike the constant whimpers and moans he's been letting out through the rest of this. Instead, he's completely quiet, eyes firmly shut and mouth open in a silent cry, almost immediately collapsing onto Ned as soon as he feels like he can move again.
Ned can barely keep his eyes open, dizzy with overstimulation, but he does, just a sliver. He wants to watch Ginsberg's face, see every fleeting expression. When he comes at last Ned holds his breath, waits for him to finish and sink down on top of him in a boneless heap. One he has, Ned slips carefully out from under him, staying close, tangling their legs together. He presses his forehead to Ginsberg's, kissing him through the come down, brushing away the tufts and tiny curls of hair that have gotten stuck to his neck, his temple.
As always, he's grateful that Ned is so willing to stay close, isn't bothered by how excessively cuddly he can be. Other people might be bothered, he thinks, by the way he clings, but he's never had the opportunity to find out. But here Ned is, pressing close, brushing his hair out of his face, and he's calling him beautiful. He doesn't normally think of himself as a lucky person, but at the moment, he feels pretty damn lucky.
He can still barely speak, but he smiles a little at Ned's comment, kissing him softly before responding. "I'll always be amazed at hearing that from someone like you," he half-mumbles, his eyes sliding shut for a moment despite his best efforts to keep them open.
"If I stay right here, I'm gonna fall asleep," he says, an attempting at a warning to Ned that, if he wants him to get up, he'll have to make him get up right away. He doesn't feel inclined to get himself up, though, not when he's feeling so sleepy and so comfortable, running one hand down Ned's arm.
"'s that such a bad thing?" Ned asks. Every muscle in his body feels warm and relaxed, and his thoughts are pleasantly blurred around the edges. Sure, it might be the middle of the afternoon, but why should that stop them? "...can take a nap and then do it again," he suggests, his inhibitions still delightfully absent.
He touches the tips of their noses together, a lazy, wide smile plastered all over his face, drapes himself around Ginsberg and lets out a contented sigh. He is, for that moment, deliriously, perfectly happy. He can't think of a single thing he could want that he doesn't have, right then.
He's pretty much mumbling now, but it gets the point across well enough. He scoots as close to Ned as he possibly can, his breathing slow and steady, liking that he can feel Ned's heartbeat, and finally lets his eyes drift closed. He's not intending to fall asleep as quickly as he does, but within several minutes, he's slipping off into a relaxed, contented sleep, snoring just a little, completely lost to the world.
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"W-what... what do I do now?" he asks, and he knows it's a dumb question, because he should be able to figure it out from here, shouldn't he? But he's gotten so used to Ned's instruction, somehow expected to be walked all the way through it, and all he seems capable of doing right now is staring reverently at Ned and running his hands up and down Ned's chest like he wants to touch every inch of free skin available. He's not even moving.
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In an effort to encourage him, Ned shifts his hips back against Ginsberg's, biting down hard on his bottom lip to keep in a whimper. It's almost too much to bear, too intense, but part of him kind of likes it. "Just do what you like," he says, and while the words themselves might sound passive or self-sacrificing, there's a heat and hunger behind them that Ned doubts Ginsberg will miss.
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And he does want to keep going, so he begins to move again, trying to be a little less frantic now, seeing the way Ned's body responds to all of those touches, idly runs his thumb over Ned's lower lip after seeing Ned bite at it like that to hold in a sound. There's no holding in his own sounds, and there's no way he can come up with a coherent response to Ned's instruction to do as he likes, so he just lets himself concentrate on the intense sensations he can feel building inside of him.
When he comes, when those building sensations finally break and wash over him, it doesn't exactly take him by surprise, but it's so intense that he can't let out any noise at all, unlike the constant whimpers and moans he's been letting out through the rest of this. Instead, he's completely quiet, eyes firmly shut and mouth open in a silent cry, almost immediately collapsing onto Ned as soon as he feels like he can move again.
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"You are so beautiful," he murmurs.
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He can still barely speak, but he smiles a little at Ned's comment, kissing him softly before responding. "I'll always be amazed at hearing that from someone like you," he half-mumbles, his eyes sliding shut for a moment despite his best efforts to keep them open.
"If I stay right here, I'm gonna fall asleep," he says, an attempting at a warning to Ned that, if he wants him to get up, he'll have to make him get up right away. He doesn't feel inclined to get himself up, though, not when he's feeling so sleepy and so comfortable, running one hand down Ned's arm.
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He touches the tips of their noses together, a lazy, wide smile plastered all over his face, drapes himself around Ginsberg and lets out a contented sigh. He is, for that moment, deliriously, perfectly happy. He can't think of a single thing he could want that he doesn't have, right then.
Shall we call this a wrap, then~
He's pretty much mumbling now, but it gets the point across well enough. He scoots as close to Ned as he possibly can, his breathing slow and steady, liking that he can feel Ned's heartbeat, and finally lets his eyes drift closed. He's not intending to fall asleep as quickly as he does, but within several minutes, he's slipping off into a relaxed, contented sleep, snoring just a little, completely lost to the world.