Just when Garrett thought he was as turned on as he could possibly get tonight, Leonard had to let out an actual whine so plaintive and needy that Garrett shuddered and slammed his cock into him hard. He needed to wreck him, to fuck every whine and plea and cry from Leonard's pretty mouth, to see that chiseled face flayed like a raw nerve.
Then... oh. Then Leonard opened his mouth again.
The shock hit Garrett like a ton of bricks. It wasn't that he'd never heard talk like that before- far from it. But the last time anyone begged for his come like that, begged to be filled like that, was during the lockdown. When half the people in the hotel were gamics, out of their minds in heat and begging the other half (the ones looking to dominate and take, like him) to fuck them, to knot them- to fill them. Nobody who was in that mess would let themselves beg with those specific words now, not so soon after.
And here was cynical, taciturn Leonard, begging like a gamic in heat without any hormones driving him to do it.
"Oh," he nearly snarled, back bowing as he leaned down and braced a hand on the bed. Closer this way, closer- warmer, more able to look into those blue eyes when Leonard twisted around, more able to take in every detail and whine and squirm when the angle was too much and he buried his face in the bed. "Fuck."
"Listen to yourself." Garrett's own voice was heavy and hitched with need as he reached around their bodies to tease Leonard's aching, confined cock in his hand. "Can you hear how you're whining? How bad you need me? Oh I hoped you'd look pretty on my cock but fuck me- had no idea you'd turn into a bitch in heat."
Harder, deeper harder faster faster faster he needed this, needed this so badly, had to get to the edge before he let Leonard come. His fingers squeezed a little around Leonard's cock, and he moaned hoarsely.
"Say it," he urged. "Tell me what you are. Whose you are."
It was so good, so intense and hot and raw that Garrett gave over to it entirely, forgetting for a few harsh moments to be careful with this person newly in his bed for the first time.
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Then... oh. Then Leonard opened his mouth again.
The shock hit Garrett like a ton of bricks. It wasn't that he'd never heard talk like that before- far from it. But the last time anyone begged for his come like that, begged to be filled like that, was during the lockdown. When half the people in the hotel were gamics, out of their minds in heat and begging the other half (the ones looking to dominate and take, like him) to fuck them, to knot them- to fill them. Nobody who was in that mess would let themselves beg with those specific words now, not so soon after.
And here was cynical, taciturn Leonard, begging like a gamic in heat without any hormones driving him to do it.
"Oh," he nearly snarled, back bowing as he leaned down and braced a hand on the bed. Closer this way, closer- warmer, more able to look into those blue eyes when Leonard twisted around, more able to take in every detail and whine and squirm when the angle was too much and he buried his face in the bed. "Fuck."
"Listen to yourself." Garrett's own voice was heavy and hitched with need as he reached around their bodies to tease Leonard's aching, confined cock in his hand. "Can you hear how you're whining? How bad you need me? Oh I hoped you'd look pretty on my cock but fuck me- had no idea you'd turn into a bitch in heat."
Harder, deeper harder faster faster faster he needed this, needed this so badly, had to get to the edge before he let Leonard come. His fingers squeezed a little around Leonard's cock, and he moaned hoarsely.
"Say it," he urged. "Tell me what you are. Whose you are."
It was so good, so intense and hot and raw that Garrett gave over to it entirely, forgetting for a few harsh moments to be careful with this person newly in his bed for the first time.