"I wouldn't say that." Every gasp that he pulls from Fabrice, every willing sound and movement is heady. When they other man teases him, he smiles, kissing him yet again, not wanting to part yet.

"Good," Demetri's said that enough tonight, but it is good. It's dangerous too, and he wonders if Fabrice knows that they're playing with flame. They can deal with that later, Demetri thinks, as much as he's thinking anything right now beyond how much he wants the other man.

"I wonder," one of his hands comes free, Demetri tracing across Fabrice's jaw, down his neck to tug at the top button on his shirt. "If you'd look as good naked as I think."