[It's a room, and it's someone else's. L genuinely doesn't know whose, but there's a lot of space, and they're alone, which is what matters, out of view of prying eyes.

Now that they're here, he realizes that he doesn't exactly know what to do with this space, that bed, the adoring eyes of the young man he pulled into this room with the intention to make it right, soothe the mixed signals and the hurt with something he wants just as much, but has never done in his life.

He clears his throat, the color high and bright along his cheekbones in the dim light.]

...yes. I didn't expect to be kissed on the lips for the first time tonight. It caught me off guard, but I thought that... since I like you, and due to the fact that your skin's scent is pleasant to me and suggests a pheromone compatibility... we could try it again?