Fabrice never thought he would actually engage in sex quite as soon in life as he is, after years of awkward glances and polite refusals of offers from various guests at one of a few of Violet Coombs grand affairs that he actually bothered to attend. But tonight, with Demetri, it just feels natural, right, to grow so close so soon. He's nervous, of course he is. But he's also excited, too, and he can't keep himself from trembling and reacting to each of Demetri's touches and kisses, taken aback by and savoring his own new boldness.

He moves his hands all over Demetri that he can reach, wanting to touch him and give him as much pleasure as he's bestowing upon him. When Demetri starts doing unspeakably amazing things with his mouth, Fabrice starts moaning, his voice cracking with each new press of lips against his pale skin.

Then he feels the finger slowly, but surely, slipping inside of him. Fabrice tenses at first, unused to such a feeling. It hurts a bit, but not as much as he was expecting, and so he's able to breathe out and relax a bit, hoping to make it easier for Demetri. And then his mouth closes over him, and Fabrice's hips snap towards that delicious heat of their own accord, his mind wracked with pleasure and the sensations running through his blood like lightening. One hand clenches in the sheets around him as he moans, the other entangling in Demetri's hair.

"Oh God," he gasps, feeling wanton and alive as his head falls back onto the pillows.