The submission was delicious. Garrett could feel Leonard's resistance in the quivering of his thighs, how they so clearly yearned for the freedom to pump. To fuck into his mouth, so close and warm, and seek that release desperately.

"Mm, you're learning." Garrett rewarded his obedience with another wet kiss to his cock. "That's a good boy."

Then he pulled away and turned Leonard over onto his stomach, manhandling him onto his knees. A few moments was all he needed to pull down his own jeans, finally free his own cock, and throw them carelessly off to the side somewhere. Then all Garrett needed was to push Leonard's knees apart with his own, slick his cock, line himself up and start to slowly push in.

"Fuck," he moaned, voice catching at the tightness.