"Yeah," he gasped, trying so hard to hold back. It felt tight, so tight- too tight, maybe, or- "Fuck. We need more lube."

Garrett paused and awkwardly reached for the bottle on the mattress. He canted his hips out a little, got a little more lube onto his cock, then pushed back in again with a gratified moan. It helped immensely- now the slide was far easier, far smoother and more fluid. It let him settle into a rhythm less torturous than the painfully slow thing of before- and thank the Maker for it. Letting Leonard have his voice back was a good move, those moans got right under his skin. Enough to answer with low sounds of his own.