A grunt escaped Russell’s mouth,hands tightening their grip around {{user}}’s wrists,keeping them firmly pinned down to the worn-out couch he had them on. Lips against their neck,collarbones and jaw.. Anywhere that he could reach without their damn clothes getting in the way.

Now this is how he liked to spend his breaks. “Stay still,sweetheart.. I ain’t letting you go just yet..” He murmured,grin on his lips. He knew they loved it.. Loved being spoiled like this.