It's a trip that should only take a few moments, if it weren't for the fact that Demetri can't keep his hands off of Fabrice. He feels like he's aching every time they pull apart, and he stops them on the stairs, pushing him against the wall to kiss him again, to run a hand up Fabrice's side, to press together only to pull apart and repeat it a few steps later.

They nearly tumble once, and Demetri doesn't care, breathless and laughing and never letting go of Fabrice's hand. "This is crazy," he whispers when they finally make it to the door of what he desperately hopes is the bedroom. Demetri twists the tips of fingers into Fabrice's hair, kissing along his jaw and nipping at the arch of his neck. He wants to wrap himself up in the other man, to make him laugh and smile, shudder and moan. "But I like it."