"Fabrice," he's been holding off on saying the other man's name until now. Until his moment where he feels himself inside of him. Demetri is deliberate, forcing himself to not push how he wants to. It's insane and intense, moreso than he's been imagining it. But it's something he can only keep to for so long, each time he buries himself deeper, moves slightly faster.

His kisses are near-frantic, a hand finding Fabrice's yet again and pressing it back into the bed over their heads, holding it there. He's losing control, and not in the way that he usually does. Fabrice's mouth on his own, his whimpers and cries, they're overwhelming. There's no artifice to the other man, and because of that Demetri can keep his own walls in place either. He doesn't want to. "You-" he whispers and cries, the two blending together. "You are amazing."