Gods, did he know how fucking erotic this was for Russ? A third time Carrick encouraged him by offering him his throat. Russell did it again, grinding his hips against his lover. He was already hard, his cock pressed against Carrick's muscular thigh. With a growl, he bit harder, raising the bruise faster and nibbling and sucking to make the suction bruise last just a second longer. Though it was like Carrick trying to whip him on a day he hadn't been drinking wolfsbane laced whiskey. It would fade quickly. Too quickly. He didn't care. Just to know that he had marked Carrick however briefly, was enough.