Although Leonard couldn't see it, Garrett's mouth went slack with amazement (and all-consuming lust) at the way he writhed, begged, pleaded. It was only a few seconds before Leonard whined an apology so agonized, so sincere and submissive that Garrett groaned roughly and kept going.

His climax punched the air from Garrett's lungs. Leonard bucked in his arms and came with an astonished, plaintive sob. The shudders and spasms that wracked his body also clenched tight around Garrett's cock, dragging a breathless keen from the bigger man.

For a moment, he wants to snarl at him. Growl something about not following orders, about disobeying, about punishment. His hand squeezes around Leonard's cock and he almost does it- until some part of him inside that's still Garrett roars from deep in his fevered mind. Don't do it, don't go there, you don't know him like that. Brand new. First time. Don't do it. Garrett shudders hard, fucking into him in several vicious strokes before he masters himself.

"It's alright," he finally croons, letting go of Leonard's undoubtedly oversensitive cock. Desire for touch wars with need for dominance, and he winds up gripping Leonard by the back of the neck and holding him down as he fucks him furiously. "That was too much. Too much, you weren't ready, it's alright. Oh fuck, fuck that was so, I'm-"