Fucking Leonard without letting him actually see the size of his dick first wasn't exactly Garrett's best moment, but right now he couldn't care. All that mattered was the warm, glorious grip of Leonard's body, the small sounds he made, the slow, relentless slide of his cock deep inside.

When he finally, finally bottomed out, he had to hold there a moment, breathing hard. Garrett rubbed a hand on Leonard's back, murmuring, "You're doing so good. Oh, fuck."

Leonard probably needed more time to adjust, but the slick, tight heat around his cock was too much. Garrett had to rock his hips a little, to move just enough to get some relief on his aching cock, and before he knew it he was giving in to the pull of a deep, slow rhythm.