There's more, things he's not ready to admit aloud just yet. How he imagined the tables being turned whilst they were fucking, and Fabrice the one in control. It's not a position he's ever entered, always enjoying being the one who takes the reins. But he is fascinated by the other man and what he might be able to do to Demetri with some time.

His cheeks are warm, and he realises how silent he's been. Smiling, he curls a hand around Fabrice's neck, fingers grazing through his hair. "We should try and sleep. You wanted to try and look again in morning?"