He could never stand wearing anything to bed. "Yeah, completely starkers," he leaned against the headboard shifting the phone with his other hand. "Fuck, Carrick, just the sound of your voice and I'm hard." His fingers stroked the silken length. Russell panted, "You know I could be to your place in less than an hour." They wouldn't have long to play though. Just a couple of hours since sunrise was around six in the morning this time of year. "I'd like you to see it. Touch it, have your mouth on it. Instead, I'm just using my hand, stroking it nice and easy. I wish it was your hand on me. Your cool fingers wrapped around my hard dick. I love the feel of them against my hot skin."