Nate was vaguely aware of the fact that Garan had never done this before, but at the moment it certainly didn't feel that way. Fuck, he was good. Nate was really glad he hadn't left when he meant to before.
His hands grabbed fistfuls of sheets while his breathing became increasingly more shallow. Nate, who had never been on the receiving end of this sort of thing (or the giving end, for that matter), was having a little trouble keeping from making unintentional (and potentially embarrassing) noises. He tried biting his lip to stop himself, but that only worked for approximately two seconds.
"Garan, that's... fuck," he mumbled, nodding. Who needed coherency?