Fabrice's mind is a whirl as they kiss, thoughts swirling in all directions as Demetri wraps his arms around his neck. All he knows is that he is head-over-heels for this man, caring for him in a way he's never felt for anyone in his life. It's exhilarating and terrifying all at once, a blast of bitter, morning air after so long spent hiding himself away.

He tangles his own hands in the other man's hair, savoring the softness of it in between his fingers as they move closer to the loft; he groans into the other man's mouth, never wanting to stop kissing him.