Carrick was delighted at how quickly the other man picked up on his intentions. He swallowed hard at the evident need in Russ' voice, and for a moment he almost abandoned his plan and asked Russ to come to him. But no. It was far too close to morning for that. It would only take a casually opened curtain to set him burning. He had not survived as long as he had by taking risks of that sort, no matter how tempting they may be.
"Soon, lover." He smiled to himself. "I love the thought of you lying there, so hard. So wanting. I love to watch your face while I touch you. You're very handsome, you know."
His own hand drifted down to unfasten his trousers and slip inside.
"You have such hungry eyes. What are you hungry for tonight, Russell?"