Carrick sank onto the bed next to Russell, half reclining as he watched Rafe undress. He felt himself hardening, his cock pressing pleasurably against the front of his trousers.
The boy was beautiful, it was true. His skin was a rich bronze, darker than Russell's and wholly unlike his own moonlight-pale colouring. His muscles looked tight and compact, his body lithe and strong, just as Carrick imagined the slave's feline form to be.
He lifted a hand to beckon Rafe forwards. "Come here." His eyes were fixed on the slave with a sharp hunger. "Undress your Master, and pleasure him while I watch. Show me how well you serve him."