The vampire's grip on him was strong. He kissed Carrick hungry and hard, but if they were going to finish undressing, they needed to not get distracted first. He pulled out of his grip and pulled Carrick's pants down and off.
Carrick was lean and muscular. His pale skin smooth and beautiful as marble. Russ admired him while he toed off his own shoes and stripped off his pants quickly then returned to him. He wanted to touch that cool skin, to press his hotness against him.
He didn't question what he was doing or why. Why didn't fucking matter, did it? And he didn't expect to see the vampire after this, so who cared? No regrets.