That's the rest of the invitation Demetri needs. He loves the sounds Fabrice makes already and has no doubt as he walks them toward the bed until the other man stops, his legs hitting the back of it. Finally Demetri lets go of Fabrice's hand, cupping his face as he kisses him, urging him to lay back on the bed. He's right, he thinks, Fabrice is going to look amazing naked and beneath him, but as much as he wants the other man now he's also determined to savor every second.

Demetri lowers himself with Fabrice, breaking away from the lips he finds so intriguing and enthralling to kiss again at the curve of his neck, his shoulder, to nip and lick at the collar bone, moving very purposefully downward. He doesn't ignore the scars either, though seeing them so raw and bright still hurts something within him. Demetri drags his mouth along the edge of one before catching Fabrice's nipple between his teeth, his eyes flicking upward to watch the reaction.