[ Oh he was a nerd, the kind of nerd that would've slowly frustrated himself into a proper pervert like Arthur Munby or worse - an impotent serial killer slashing the throats of whores. That's what happened with shy boys like him during the Victorian era, stuck in a gender ideal no one could fill. A powder keg, ready to blow and take everyone around him with.
Maybe becoming a vampire was the lesser of two evils.
Even if this is technically the first time he has sex while inhabiting a living breathing body, it doesn't really register as any kind of loss of virginity. He's done it too much in the past century, though the differences are noticeable - how he can't seem to get enough air in his lungs, how his skin burns hot and sticky, blood flowing thickly in his veins, churning and coiling and pushing him closer to the edge with every thrust. He gasps, moans, eyes fluttering shut as he risks losing himself and then actually does it, toppling over the edge in an orgasm that catches him by surprise. ]