That's a surprise and yet not. Fabrice has never been one to stand in the limelight, and being a Coombs and shy - even a bit different - had to be a difficult combination. Demetri knows the lengths he's gone to in order to hide the truth from his father and family. Sometimes he thinks he's lucky to have a friend in Lana, and access to a place where no questions are asked.
Thinking of her and their arrangement only highlights the difference he feels in this moment. Fabrice isn't what he expected, though he's not positive what that was. When he says that he's never done this, Demetri pauses, searching those heavily lidded eyes for any hint that he's not sure. All he sees is certainty, and it makes him wonder what kind of crazy chance pulled them together tonight and how dangerous it will be to let it continue. Because even now as he tugs off the other man's clothes, unbuttoning his own trousers so Fabrice doesn't feel as if he's the only one exposed, he knows he wants to see the other man again. More than like this, too, Demetri wants to see him laughing, to catch him distracted with a book, to curl up and sleep beside him...
A very dangerous game, he thinks as he reaches to twine one hand with Fabrice's. "Tell me to stop, if there's anything you don't want," he says softly. "I'll be gentle," he adds, before looking down and seeing the other man nude. His breath catches, and his stomach jumps. Demetri follows Fabrice's hip, taking time as he bites and sucks at the ridge that leads so helpfully downward. He moves his free hand between his legs, nudging them apart but still just teasing sensitive skin, his cheek brushing up the hard length of him. "Promise."
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Thinking of her and their arrangement only highlights the difference he feels in this moment. Fabrice isn't what he expected, though he's not positive what that was. When he says that he's never done this, Demetri pauses, searching those heavily lidded eyes for any hint that he's not sure. All he sees is certainty, and it makes him wonder what kind of crazy chance pulled them together tonight and how dangerous it will be to let it continue. Because even now as he tugs off the other man's clothes, unbuttoning his own trousers so Fabrice doesn't feel as if he's the only one exposed, he knows he wants to see the other man again. More than like this, too, Demetri wants to see him laughing, to catch him distracted with a book, to curl up and sleep beside him...
A very dangerous game, he thinks as he reaches to twine one hand with Fabrice's. "Tell me to stop, if there's anything you don't want," he says softly. "I'll be gentle," he adds, before looking down and seeing the other man nude. His breath catches, and his stomach jumps. Demetri follows Fabrice's hip, taking time as he bites and sucks at the ridge that leads so helpfully downward. He moves his free hand between his legs, nudging them apart but still just teasing sensitive skin, his cheek brushing up the hard length of him. "Promise."