The newest round of vibrations has Garrett choking on a breath and muffling a low, rough moan into his mate's neck. It feels unfairly good, like Barry is intent on wringing as much cum from him as possible. Already he can feel heat rising in his veins, so close to the surface while tied like this.

"I will," he breathes, grinding his hips in little circles just out of a need to move. "I'll fill you up with my pups- you'd look so fucking good," mouthing hoarsely at his smooth, unbroken skin now, bloody fangs grazing. "Can you imagine? How you'd look?"

The thought of Barry round and heavy with his child has Garrett's cock aching, electric need running down his spine and shivering under his skin.