The heat of the shower warmed Carrick's cool skin, and Russell's touch warmed it even more. He leaned into the caress, his head down slightly to expose the back of his neck where Russ had bitten him at the culmination of their pleasure. The wounds had already healed over, but his skin was still smeared with dried blood.
Eventually he turned and tilted his head up to Russell's for a slow kiss, his own hands roaming over the strong back and down to cup and caress the firm muscles of his ass.