The struggling only served to spur him on. With a warning growl, Russ bit down harder on Carrick's neck. He could easily break his spine. Not that he intended to.
Instead, he fucked Carrick faster and harder, nearing his own climax. He could feel how near Carrick was, his ass gripping tighter around his cock. It was just the right amount of fiction.
Russell cried out against the back of Carrick's neck as he came. His hot seed pulsing into his lover.