When Daneel's finger brushes against Ned's entrance and he asks if it's alright, Ned gives a small nod, then actually giggles, eyes crinkling around the edges. "Tickles a bit." He shifts, spreading his legs wider and lifting his hips to make things a bit easier on Daneel, to coax him on. This is something he's been thinking about, been considering for a while now - how strange it always is, when something only imagined becomes something that is actually happening.

"Go ahead," he murmurs, confidently, half perplexed in the back of his mind that he's ended up in a situation where he is the demanding one, the bold one. There's a tension in his thighs and stomach that is almost all excitement with only the tiniest bit of nervousness. He isn't worried that Daneel will hurt him so much that he might get spooked, might decide the risk of causing momentary discomfort is insurmountable.

Ned chews on the inside of his lower lip, and when Daneel does push a finger inside him it is... peculiar. Not particularly pleasant or unpleasant, but mostly unusual. He finds himself laughing again, soft and a bit breathless, pressing his face against the curve of Daneel's neck and saying, "Oh, that's weird." But he doesn't want Daneel to get the wrong impression so he adds, with decision, "Don't stop, I'm just- it's strange." He laughs again, knows that Daneel with his habitual gravity probably won't understand why it's so funny to him. Ned shifts his hips against Daneel's hand, trying to encourage a bit of movement.