Carrick's mouth moved down to the rippling throat and then to Russell's hard, heavily muscled chest. "What do you dream of, Russell?" he asked softly, mouth and hands caressing the sun-dark skin as he went. "When we're not together, how do you imagine us? Tell me what you long for when we're apart..."
He murmured against Russ' skin, mouth moving ever lower until he reached the tangle of dark hair at his lover's groin.