#m: garrett

Garrett met with patients like this all the time — the cocky, above-it-all cool guys who were only in therapy for extraneous reasoning, usually involving a court ruling. They were always more bark than bite; all it took was a few sessions to get them comfortable with him, and then the real growth began. Garrett was happy to say that he had a near-universal success rate in helping to rehabilitate these rowdy young men into functioning members of society who actually conducted themselves like adults.

Jace was just another example of these. Hot-headed, unwilling to cooperate, difficult. A little harder to dig into than most, admittedly, but Garrett was a professional. He wouldn’t give up so easily.

“I’d like to talk about your home life growing up,” says Garrett, softer than a feather.”More often than not, our personalities are shaped by the environment we were raised in... were your parents tough on you as a kid? Did you get along with them? What about your siblings, if you have any?”

                “You want me to pose for...how long?”

Garrett was so lost in the sweaty haze of sex that he hadn’t even noticed when Leon came inside him, his lover’s load trickling out of his hole and down the backs of his thick thighs like the most perverted condensation. “Oh, thanks,” he acknowledges, his voice ragged and cheeks red from exhaustion as he plops down onto the bed, his slick body adhering to the sheets below. “Goddamn, it’s been a while since you fucked me like that,” he then chuckles, his words muffled as he spoke them into the mattress. “And it’s not exactly like your usual form is lacking for thoroughness, either...”

@acrueldemonsfate said: 

The day had been long for each of them, for various reasons, none of which Leon wanted to think about at this point- it didn’t matter. Leon was right where he wanted to be in that moment, laid out in a hot bath, the scent of lavender wafting around the both of them, Garrett pressed fully against him, their bodies slowly moving against one another, Leon’s hands gripping Garrett’s ass harshly, several deft fingers finding their way between the cheeks of his boyfriend’s ass, rubbing slowly. “How badly do you want it?” He asks between soft kisses, a single digit prodding at Garrett’s hole. 

Garrett had gotten so used to being on his own that he nearly forgot how good it felt to share a living space with someone — and to share his body with someone, too. Especially someone who loved his as much as Leon, worshipping his wet, pliant body as though he were a god to be admired. “I want it bad, Lee,” the therapist admits softly, swallowing a moan as he feels Leon prod at his waiting entrance. “Wanna feel your cock inside me... bad.”

@acrueldemonsfate:

When they’d first met, Leon had taken note of the fact that Garrett was quite a handsome man. Typically men of his age didn’t do anything for Leon, but Garrett had a certain appeal to the drug dealer that had somehow lead to this. A few drinks at a bar, some conversation, and Garrett had invited him home.

Barely an hour later, here they were, the two of them stripped naked, Garrett practically bent in half as Leon skillfully pushes the length of his erect cock into the tight channel of the Doctor’s ass, breath heavy while he fucks the other with vigor. “You’re so tight-” He marvels, holding tight to the back of Garrett’s head for leverage.

Garrett wasn’t usually this kind of guy — the one who has sex with guys he’d just met that day. His last relationship was a long one, surpassing twenty years, so this whole lifestyle was unknown to him. But since he was back on the market, and Leon was so damned attractive... 

“Fuck! You’re so... big,” Garrett gasps in response. He’d never felt this full before, certainly not with his ex. It didn’t hurt that Leon’s sexual prowess was off the charts; Garrett’s own cock was fully hard by the time his pants came off. He could certainly see himself in this position again, and again, and again...