He liked their fingers locked together. Carrick had long fingers and strong hands. His own skin was starting to warm. Just being near Carrick aroused him.
"Some do. Some don't." Russ didn't hate humans, even though the rebels that had killed his parents were human. But he would never trust one again. Carrick was right about privilege without responsibility. He leaned over to kiss Carrick again, teasing his lips open with his tongue.
"I've told you more about me than I've ever told anyone," Russ said when their lips parted.