Russ blinked him, "Wha?... Why not?" His eyes flashed red. Usually Russ' discipline was better than this, but he was completely losing the ability to think logically. "I want you..." It was worse than when he was fighting the effects of the full moon. All instinct and sensation. Gods, those cool fingers on his jaw. "Don't care what others think," he said with a soft growl.
Trembling, he shook his head, trying to clear it. Most of his reason was gone. Russ stripped off his t-shirt. His blood boiling with desire.