Cullen slides him into his mouth, and Garrett groans in appreciation. Feeling braced against the litter by his body, his hands, it gives him a strange sensation of helplessness, of being cornered like this. Not an unpleasant feeling, all told, when it means he has Cullen's attention all to himself.

He rubs slow, lazy circles over Cullen's scalp, locks of blond twisting around his fingers. It helps him keep his focus, keep disciplined so this doesn't end before it's even begun. His whole body is excited in ways that are almost unfamiliar, so long it's been since he had the energy to spare for anything but healing.

"Ah, Maker..." It's nearly a squeak, escaping as Cullen starts to work him hard right from the get-go. Watching the still mostly-dressed Commander bobbing his head so desperately is nearly as hot as the warm embrace of his mouth. "Look so good. Feel even better, Love..."