A lazily satisfied smile curved across Carrick's face in response to the question.
"You, hopefully."
He paused for a moment, weighing his next words. "I want to see you again. I'd like to... well. To know you properly."
He wiped off his fingers with a clean handkerchief as he talked, his cock giving a twitch at the thought of Russ' lips and tongue on them, licking him clean as he had promised to do.