He watched Carrick lick him, then take his cock in his mouth. An excited tremor ran through him as Carrick engulfed him with his mouth. Moaning loudly, he spread his legs for his lover. He panted and shuddered. Carrick's mouth warmed around him. It wasn't the cold of a corpse. A human's mouth would feel cool to Russell's skin when he was aroused. He didn't care what Noctis said. Carrick was not a corpse. He felt the head of his cock bump the back of Carrick's throat. "God's so good..." he groaned.