"A weredragon?" Carrick repeated, "That's unusual. I don't think I've ever met one, I've never spent much time in the Far East. I think there might be a couple in Wales though. Strange country, that. Very wet and utterly miserable. I don't recommend it." He shot a sidelong glance at the sigh. "Is he a handful?"
Carrick continued to stroke through Russell's hair. "Not if you don't want me to. Though you rather enjoyed my telling and kissing on the phone last night..." he leaned in again, murmuring against Russell's lips.
"You said you wanted to fuck me outside, in the dark and the moonlight... tell me more."