Ned stretches under Daneel, inhaling deeply as his giggles peter out. He reaches his arms above his head and lazily runs his hands over the sheets, getting used to the feeling. Daneel is, of course, cautious, but Ned is glad that he picks up the pace a little when he sees that he's not hurting him. He keeps moving his hips to encourage Daneel, and the change in angle makes Daneel's fingertip brush against a spot inside him that is more sensitive than Ned had been expecting. He gasps, small and surprised, as the contact sends a jolt of sensation through him. Ned moves more deliberately, rocking against Daneel, trying to see if he can make it happen again. When he does, he lets out a muffled obscenity, eyes slipping shut and head falling back.

"You're not gonna hurt me," he repeats, swallowing and opening his eyes again to look at Daneel. His pupils are dilated and his face has grown flushed, "You can go a little faster."