If anything could have broken through Garrett's frenzied haze, that was it. The soft, beatific plea murmured into the mattress, low and wanting and honest. Garrett moans brokenly, almost humbled by the absolute submissive trust of it, Leonard's uncomplicated desire for Garrett to give him everything he had.

Somehow, it felt so much more real than this exact thing did during the lockdown. Like they came by it honestly.

"Yes," he breathes, lowering himself down until his back is pressed down on Leonard's chest. His arms wrap around Leonard's body, holding him close so Garrett can kiss, bite, and mouth at anything he can reach, moans half-muffled as he fucks that last, frenetic bit. His strokes very quickly lose rhythm, becoming quick and shallow and erratic, and soon he's crushing Leonard to him almost desperately, coming inside him with a ragged cry muffled against the crook of Leonard's neck.