Hector Covas had been raised to be the picture of decorum. Polite, composed, and never outlandish in a public setting were all things his mother had been sure to instill in her "mijo," but if he'd known that this is how good truly kissing Ben felt, he would have been more than happy to throw that all out the window. Others around them be damned.
He was kissing him now though, and that's what mattered and if they'd been in public his would have missed that sweet surprised noise that had supplied him with so much encouragement. He'd have to remember to surprise Ben more often. Allowing the tie to drape around the other boys neck, Hector tangled his fingers in Ben's hair, the other hand covering the one that now rested on his knee before deepening the kiss.