Moving from on top of the wolf, Ripper ran his hand up the other's arm undoing the cuffs lazily. Fingers slid over the metal, around the delicate skin of the wrist. With a soft clink, the cuffs released their grip, sliding out from around the wrought iron bars of the headboard. Ripper trailed his fingers down Russ' form, moving over his chest, torso, hips and grabbing his hips before reaching behind the buff man to remove the toy from him.
Forever had seemed to past since they had laid down, but Ripper was still rolling. Everything felt so good, all worries mattered little, and it would still be hours before his jaw hurt from unconsciously clenching his teeth. It wasn't like it was his first experience with the drug. "Gods, I still can't stop touching you," he mumbled, his lips kissing the shoulder as he laid down beside Russ.