"Demetri," he cries out, unable to keep himself from saying the other man's name, his entire body snapping up when the other man enters him, pronouncing his name in the same breath. At first, it hurts, but as Demetri continues moving inside of him, Fabrice finds himself savoring the tension, both inside of himself and in the heat burning between their two bodies.

He keeps whimpering and moaning into the other man's mouth, kissing him with the same sense of urgency. He whines as Demetri pushes their hands together into the bed, overwhelmed by the sheer potency of their entwined hands, the way the gesture echoes throughout his own body. He drags his other hand down Demetri's back, grasping and pulling at the bare flesh that feels so exquisite in between his fingers. He finds himself lifting his legs and wrapping them around the other man's waist, needing him deeper inside of him, closer, urging him to go faster, harder as his hips rise to meet his thrusts.

His shudders increase at Demtri's words, unable to process that someone like Demetri, someone so poised, considerate, and beloved by the town, could think so much of him, one cat away from becoming a recluse.

"You," he gasps in between moans, "you are wonderful and amazing."