Russell had lifted him and flipped him over as if he weighed nothing. Such power and such grace... and such a feral nature, he was reminded as Russell's nails dug deliciously painfully into his shoulders piercing the skin in long claw marks that healed seconds after the blood began to swell from them.
Although he was desperate to feel Russ inside him, he continued to struggle against the other man's greater weight; the hunt and fight of their foreplay extending into the culmination of their passion for each other.
"Do it," he demanded, his voice thick with need. "Hard. No preparation. Just rip me open."