[L is very good at looking clueless; in some ways, he genuinely is naive, but when it comes to sex, well... he's just a bit rusty, with confidence in his own ability to find pleasure in the act shaken. Perhaps he's very driven to prove that he still can, and the fact that Hector is a relative stranger is both wildly uncustomary for him, and offers a type of strange safety. Any unfavorable judgments needn't linger after morning when they're sober, spent, and likely miles apart in their respective beds.
He shivers against the warm press of the faun's hand against his bare (and very bony) back; there's very little of substance to pad out his sparse and spindly frame, just some sinewy muscle over bone. Though he started awkwardly, stiff and uncertain, Hector's kisses are skillfully placed, his recline so natural that L scarcely notices when he follows him down. He ends up draped on top of Hector more or less incidentally, kisses starting to deepen in length and hunger.]
Throws a CW for making out, here
He shivers against the warm press of the faun's hand against his bare (and very bony) back; there's very little of substance to pad out his sparse and spindly frame, just some sinewy muscle over bone. Though he started awkwardly, stiff and uncertain, Hector's kisses are skillfully placed, his recline so natural that L scarcely notices when he follows him down. He ends up draped on top of Hector more or less incidentally, kisses starting to deepen in length and hunger.]