The slam of his cock had Leonard howling, trembling and moaning in delight as Garrett leaned over him, his body eclipsed by his imposing figure and his heat, his weight. His voice and the slapping of their skin was all he could hear, ears deaf to his own wails of pleasure as they fell freely from his mouth.

That is, until Garrett brought his attention to it. He listened when told, everything fuzzy at the edges, barely able to believe that voice was his own. As long as Garrett made him feel like this, claimed him like this, he didn't care how loud he was. How right Garrett was that he needed his cock so badly. He could call him anything he wanted as long as he continued to fuck him like this.

What was he? "Yours." He answered breathlessly, entire body tingling. He was his, he gave him this intense pleasure he never knew and he was going to let him come, wasn't he? He was. "Your bitch." The squeezing around his cock earned another whine, his head turning to bury in the mattress again as he uttered his name.

"... I'm your bitch. Garrett. Your bitch, fuck me like your bitch.."