"That's alright. I hadn't either, when I was your age. Not with other men, anyhow." Bert slowed himself down then, letting his hands creep up along Kurt's abdomen, rather than simply tearing his trousers off. No, there hadn't been many men, not until after Gilead fell and it was...safer. Easier to sneak off to a brothel alone, no questions asks, and sate his curious need.

"We'll go easy."