Demetri has been thinking about this all night, ever since they ran into each other in the street. It's been worth it, but he's not willing to be done yet as much as the way he's making Fabrice writhe is sending waves of heat through him.

"That's not my name," he whispers, the teasing tone back as he pulls his mouth away, as he moves to reach for his pants. He's never been a boy scout, but he thinks he should get a badge for always being prepared. Though if Fabrice thinks on why Demetri carries condoms and a slim foil packet of lube in his wallet it may cause a few awkward questions. That is, if he doesn't expect it, expect Demetri to be that way something he finds disappointing even though the subject hasn't been broached.

Demetri crawls up Fabrice's body, kissing his chest, biting at his nipple again. He uses the time to slip the condom on, to rip open the small packet and let the cool liquid spill into his hand. His mouth finds the other man's and he moans in anticipation when he presses with his fingers again. This isn't how he does this usually, not chest to chest, not looking the other man in the eyes. It's personal and it feels exactly as it should feel with Fabrice as crazy as that sounds. "Are you sure?"