moved.

  The moment Jaemin goes down on his knees, the sheer thought of having his lips wrapped around him almost takes Garrett out. He sucks in a sharp breath, his stomach pulling taut in anticipation. It’s certainly not what he expected to happen, especially not like this. But who is he to complain? Who is he to stop Jaemin from doing what he wants him to him, looking up at him like that?   Jaemin swallows him down, all heat and silk and deliciously wet, and Garrett hears himself moan more than he’s conscious of actually making a sound. He cradles Jaemin’s head in his palms, meets his eyes for a long, heart-skipping beat, before he squeezes his eyes shut again.    “I might not last very long like this,” he warns in another whisper, interrupting himself with a noise half-laugh and half-sigh. Garrett can’t tell if it’s because it’s been so long or because he’s simply so, so attracted to Jaemin, but the white hot knots already curling in his gut are more than enough of a warning. Still, he makes no actual move to pull back or get Jaemin to slow down. His mouth feels far to nice for him to try.