Garrett knew he should've given Leonard more time to adjust, but he couldn't fucking keep still any more. After so long of watching him fall apart, watching him moan and beg and writhe and arch under his touch and plead for more, all without a single touch to his own cock, Garrett needed something. Fucking anything. He had to start moving, had to start fucking Leonard before his goddamn head exploded.

The least he could do was go slow. As slow as he could stand, rubbing Leonard's back with one broad, calloused hand. "Oh," he breathed, moaning shakily on each painfully slow stroke. "You're doing good, you're doing so good."

Partly to distract himself, he leaned down and pulled apart the straps holding the gag together. Leonard could spit it out if he wanted- Garrett wanted to hear him moan.