"You certainly haven't lost your touch at all."

Garrett doesn't sit up yet, still lounging quite disreputably across the litter. His smile is lazy and adoring at the same time, and he reaches out to rustle his fingertips through those sweaty curls.

"What can I do for you?" he murmurs. "Anything. I want to." As much as he likes to be the center of erotic attention, he doesn't want to be the only one receiving any. And besides, there's plenty he can do mostly motionless on a padded platform. Like... friction? Right?