Between the groaning and the swallowing and the way Cullen watches him, it's as though all the energy is sucked right out of him. He leans back against the pillows, arms limp, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath, a look nothing short of reverent on his face. The sight of Cullen sitting there so obediently, still holding him in his mouth-- that's going to be with him a while.

"Maker." One of his knees trembles slightly, and he fights the nervous urge to put his foot up on the litter. "Feels like it's been a blighted year." As much as he'd love to do that another six or seven times, he's starting to go soft. The afterglow of orgasm has him relaxing against his will, even feeling the temptation to close his eyes. (Cullen would forgive him for conking out asleep immediately after coming, but Garrett wouldn't forgive himself.)

"You look like you enjoyed that."