The desperation in Russ' voice made Carrick as hard as he had ever been. He loved every night he spent with Russell - the nights when his lover was consumed by the furious passion of the Wolf inside him; when their intimacy was savage and needful and brutally hard; just as much as the nights when they lay curled against each other for hours in slow, almost languid pleasure. But the dark hunger in Carrick that had grown like a poisonous flower in the shadows of his long centuries on the earth was always aroused to almost painful hardness to the sight of desperate, longing submission.
The vampire was almost purring as he sat back on his heels and slowly removed his shirt to bare his chest to Russ' gaze. He let his hands roam over his own chest and down over his stomach before opening his trousers with torturous slowness, pushing them down over his hips. When he was finally naked, he leaned forwards for a deep, slow kiss, his mouth hard on Russ' own, the pressure of his lips forceful and demanding as he pressed his tongue between the other man's teeth.
"I'm going to, my love. I'll fuck you so hard..." Carrick moved between the parted legs, taking hold of Russ' thighs and pushing them back against his torso, stretching the muscles to the point of pain. He gave another slow, dark smile. "But not yet. I haven't finished with you. Or these ropes."
The vampire reached out for the other two ropes, and began to loop one of them under and around Russell's knee. Forming another loop, he tossed it over one of the bedposts, pulling slowing on the free end so as to draw his lover's thigh back once more. When he finished the complicated system of knots and wraps, Russell's legs were stretched wide open, binding him in place.
Carrick returned to his place between Russell's spread thighs. "Now," he murmured. "Now you're ready to be fucked until you scream."