Which of course meant that Garrett shifted his position, leaning some weight down on Leonard's hips to hold him still. He liked denying Leonard the leverage, liked seeing how he reacted when choices were taken from him. When Garrett took his hands, Leonard had to submit. When Garrett took his voice, Leonard had to listen. They've only just begun, and already the way Leonard transformed was amazing. He had no doubt, of course, that Leonard could get him back some day- but in the mean time, he held him down and fucked him with that finger, sucking a dark bruise into his hipbone.

Soon he was ready for another. A second thick finger started to work in alongside the first, and there was nothing at all Garrett could do to ease the stretch, except to go slowly, to pause once they were in to the first joint and massage that tight ring of muscle. It was more than a little teasing, too, the way he would work his fingers in just a little more, then stop to fuck them shallowly in and out before going any deeper.

While Garrett lavished this slow torture on Leonard, he spoke in his rich, purring baritone. "I'm gonna let go of your hips. I want to use that toy on you again. Mmm." Another bite, harder and rougher than before. "Do you think I could make you beg? That'd be worth ungagging you for."