Carrick raised his eyebrows and delivered two hard spanks. Hew waited a moment, watching the red patches from each spank bloom under his hand and settle. He stroked over the smooth curve of Russell's ass covetously, then leaned forwards.
"The wolfsbane in the whiskey is stopping your healing factor, isn't it? " he breathed into Russell's ear. "So you'll be hot and sore for the rest of the night. And every time you move or you sit, you'll remember how good my hands felt on you."
He caught the werewolf's lips in a searing kiss, then moved back towards the other end of the bed. Carrick squeezed out a pearl of lube onto his fingertips and began to caress the entrance to his lover's body in a slow circling motion, pressing one finger inside him.