Leonard's eyes closed but Garrett's gaze sharpened, boring into the man moaning under him as he pressed the vibrator against the sensitive tip of his cock. This was probably the best thing of all: the vulnerability and helplessness bound up in trust, the heady rush of power and responsibility when someone handed themselves over to him like that.

"That's it," he soothed, cupping Leonard's cheek gently. He pressed a kiss to the soft of Leonard's stomach- and turn the vibrator up a notch. "I know you want more. You want to come, but you want this to stop." Another gentle kiss, so at odds with the torment Garrett was putting him through. "This doesn't stop until I want it to. Be good for me, and I might let you come tonight."