He hums under his breath when he has the chance, before it's cut off again in taking him deep. He has never been immune to praise from him, or his hands. Those blasted hands in his hair are what started all of this, not that he'd ever complain.

He feels almost drunk from the taste of him. He brackets his hips between both hands, a firm grip without being bruising. After a few moments of taking him quickly and deeply, he begins to slow a little, dragging up with his mouth, holding at the tip for a swirl of tongue, lapping across his opening, and then plunging down again to pulse with a hollow of cheeks.

As hard as he is, at the moment, he only wants to focus on Garrett. He has been in pain long enough. He deserves a chance at pleasure.