Ae had never really been interested in sex.
Pond rarely missed an opportunity to point out how strange that was, calling him weirdo or monk. Luckily Ae rarely cared what other people thought, and eventually his roommate realized that Ae was honestly not into porn, wanking, or ogling girls - or boys.
Then he met Pete, and while he wasn't sure why, there was something about the older boy, something vulnerable and gentle, that made him want to look out for him. And somehow, once it became obvious that Pete was genuinely one of the nicest people Ae had ever met, this translated into the urge to touch. When Pete smiled at him shyly, as if secretly pleased, Ae melted inside, and he found himself thinking how everything about Pete looked soft - his lips included.
Still, when his body reacted after waking up next to Pete in that hotel room, Ae was taken completely aback. Suddenly, all he could think of was getting closer, undress Pete and do... what exactly he wasn't sure, but it made his fingers twitch with the need to touch himself.
Groaning, Ae hid in the bathroom. Pond would never let him hear the end of this.