The way Demetri just looks at him makes Fabrice go weak in the knees, as ridiculous as it sounds. Even more shocking is his own desires matching the heat of that look, his own need to kiss and clutch at the other man the way he's never been intimate with another person before.

He winces at potentially killing the mood, but he appreciates the concern in the other man's face and the way he gently asks if he can see them, with such care that further warms Fabrice's heart towards him.

"It's alright," he says, moving to unbutton his shirt, peeling it off his skin slowly. "I want to." The fabric reveals the skin underneath as it falls away, two distinct, large purplish scars that resemble claw marks. Fabrice flushes at exposing so much of himself to the other man, but he doesn't shy away.