Carrick gasped aloud as he felt the thick head of the werewolf's cock pressing against him.
No preparation, little foreplay. This was going to hurt. He didn't care. Carrick welcomed it, welcomed the pain and the burning sensation as the very tip of Russell's hardness pushed against him. He pressed his hips eagerly upwards. wrapping lean legs around the other man's waist.
"Hard," he demanded, between deep, ravenous kisses. "Fuck me hard."