He doesn't deserve this trust but he greedily is happy for it, not needing to ask permission to touch, to take L.L's face in his hands an explore all of it. Whole and well. Beautiful and strong. Young, though he knew he wasn't truly. Still shaken, as shaken as Suzaku was.

But they were alright. They could move on. His hands ran over the uneven stubble softly, feeling himself relax slightly. He wanted more though, of course he did, an urge that he couldn't put aside.

He leaned further forwards. Though he is more experienced than he once was when it came to such things, initiating them is still difficult, even with the driving force of drugs working to push past his natural politness.

But he leaned in, and pressed his lips to L.L's, not forcefully, an offering more than anything.