The sight of Russell being pleasured by the slender young damphir was intoxicating. They moved together as perfectly as if it had been choreographed, the slave instinctively seeming to know how deep to draw Russell's cock into his mouth and throat. As Russ' hips began to pulse upwards, Carrick returned to the bed, reclining next to the two men and shrugging off his dressing gown.
He reached out and stroked a hand over the pale curve of Mika's ass, reaching lower to fondle the boy's hardening cock, his hands possessive.
Carrick grew to full hardness once more as he watched his lover's cock disappear over and over again inside the parted lips. His caresses grew harder, nail dragging over the surface of Mika's skin. He began to slap the firm curve of Mika's ass, alternating firm, slow spanks with slow caresses. "Deeper, slut," he growled. "Swallow his cock. Stretch out that pretty throat."
After a few moments he moved his fingers up a little, parting the tight buttocks and running over the puckered entrance to the slave's body. His thumb pressed slowly inside Mika's body, his fingers cupping and squeezing the slave's balls.
"This lovely hole of yours is so deliciously tight, boy," he murmured. His thumb pressed deeper and he gave a low, cruel laugh. "But not for much longer."
Withdrawing his hand, he moved up the bed to press himself to his lover and align his cock with Russ' own. He drew his lover's mouth to his for a deep, ravenous kiss.