Leaving Garrett hanging is far more satisfying than it should be. He loves that breathlessness in his tone, the way he pants in genuine, aching need. But he can't bring himself to deny him the pleasure of completion when he reaches down to stroke himself.

Instead he props himself on an elbow, so he can get a good view while Garrett strokes his cock hard and fast. He purrs lowly, touching his own softening cock just to enjoy the remnants of his orgasmic bliss, hips rocking so he's nudging his groin against Garrett's side, muttering little encouraging words, about how good Garrett looks like this, how lovely it'll be when he comes, how he wants to watch him reach his climax, encouraging him to keep going, show him how badly he wants to come...