L has being playing guitar since he was in the orphanage, so calling him ‘experienced’ would be an understatement.

So why was he now taking private guitar lessons? Easy. His mentor is beautiful. Hot even. And he wanted them.

L carefully played the strings he was told to, supposedly ‘messing up’ on quite a few of them. “Ugh, I can’t do it.” He said as he put his guitar down. He knew these exact strings, he’d played them countless times before. But his mentor didn’t need to know that...