His hips stopped, eyes darkening as he wasn't able to move any longer. But he quickly realized that was for the best as he felt a second thick finger breaching his hole, stroking him so well and more and more deep with each thrust.

Leonard's body was flushed and sweaty, too hot from stimulation and Garrett's own radiating heat. The moan muffled deep in his throat was part pleasure, part protest. He loved the way he was being touched, but he didn't want that vibrator again. It had been torture, he couldn't take it again... he wanted to protest, but without his voice nor his hands, he wasn't able to. There were other ways, but he ignored those, maybe wanting it more than he could admit to himself.

He wouldn't beg. He refused. Even as he hummed and shivered from that bite, knowing he'd have a nice little bruise from it left behind on his pale skin.