Carrick closed his eyes and leaned into the kiss. He took hold of Russ' face in his hands, lightly stroking the stubbled cheeks, He slid close to the other man, his lips, curved in a faint smile running lightly over Russ' jaw and throat.
"I want you to meet the boy, too. He's over a century old, but he doesn't look any more than 20. He's beautiful. You should hear the way he moans when he's used hard." He drew back a little to assess his lover's response, a dark arousal in his gaze. "I'd like to share him with you. Both of us inside him at once. Think of it, my love. A beautiful little slut, spread open and begging for us to fill him..."