A shiver ran up his spine, so taut with the effort of keeping himself in place, not moving unless Garrett wanted him to.

Then, so suddenly, he found himself turned over and pulled up onto his knees, face flushing impossibly redder as he realized how exposed he was, how open to anything Garrett wanted to do to him. Despite that being the case for however long it had been, now it was more real. It was happening now.

His hearing was keen enough to catch the pull of a zipper, realizing that he was finally freeing his own cock and without any preamble, there it was. Pressing against him, the slick of the lube letting him in so easily. His breath caught and he coughed again, sucking on the cock in his mouth to calm himself. Focus. His muscles were tight, but unclenched as he heard a moan from Garrett finally, feeling a small jolt of power from knowing that it was because of him that he felt that way. That this domineering man could succumb to his own pleasure and was using him to do it.