Garrett met his gaze and held it, boring into Leonard’s baby blues with dark eyes blown black with lust. Every desperate plea went straight to his already aching cock, intensifying the need to absolutely fucking wreck him.

“No,” came his merciless answer, growled in a voice gone low and rough with lust. “Not until I’m ready.”

Garrett groaned raggedly, pleasure closing in on all sides, spurred by the raw need on Leonard’s face. He held the man’s writhing body still, fucking into him harder and deeper, hips snapping faster to chase that fevered climax. “You can do it.” Maker, his balls were starting to draw tight already, but he didn’t want this to end. “Hold on for me.”