Fabrice can't stop the tiny whimpers escaping him as Demetri steers them towards the bed; he grasps at every inch of his skin he can reach, needing to touch every part of him as they kiss. The collision of his knees with his bed echoes throughout him, and he whimpers more loudly when Demetri pulls his hand away.

But then he's cupping his face again, and Fabrice is leaning into it, bringing his hands to tangle in Demetri's hair as he pulls the other man on top of him. He doesn't know what he's doing really, only guessing and relying on what he thinks the other man likes. He wants so much of Demetri, it burns deep in his belly, but he also yearns to commit every touch and kiss to memory. He wants to pull him closer, hold him for as long as time will allow him.

Fabrice gasps when Demetri breaks away to kiss at his neck again; he squirms beneath him, reaching to drag his hands down his hair to the nape of his neck, brushing along his shoulders as the other man moves down his body. He can hardly breathe, his face flushed and eyes wide with desire as he watches the other man. Then his teeth catch on his nipple, a feeling so novel and wondrous, Fabrice jolts, back arching as he lets out a series of moans, bringing his hands back to tangle in his hair, tugging slightly, wanting more of everything as he meets the gorgeous blue of Demetri's eyes.