Carrick's head fell back, eyes closing as he gasped. Russell's cock was thick, and the pain as it shoved brutally inside him was hot and sharp. He gave a low, hungry laugh, his fangs flicking out with an almost audible snikt.
"Yes," he moaned. "Like that." When Russell pulled out of him completely and then thrust into him to the hilt once more, his hips jerked forwards to meet the other man's.
Encouraged by the claws he saw to either side of his head, Carrick reached up to the strong shoulders, his nails digging hard into the tanned skin.