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Garrett definitely looks tired, but not enough for Owen to care. Honestly right now he'd have to downright pass out for Owen not to do anything, and even then he might have found it hard to resist, with the pollen messing with his head. Deep down he knows it's fucked up, how much it could push him to lose control, but at the moment Garrett is soft and willing and smiling at him, and that's all the consent he needs.

Lips stretched to a smirk, he shifts so he's partly on top of Garrett, a leg hooking over one of his own as he reaches for a wrist and pins it to the mattress. He dips his head down and takes Garrett's lips in a deep kiss, tongue pushing into his mouth and forcing it open.

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Owen might feel deep down that it's fucked up, but Garrett feels perfectly safe. He'd have to be pretty goddamn worn out to not be able to fight someone off. Granted, with Owen, it isn't quite as uneven as with most people, but he knows he could still take the man if he really really had to.

As it is, he feels fucked-out, sort of tired, sensitive enough that little touches make him shiver. He doesn't stand a chance against Owen, bowling him over and pinning him to the mattress, spreading his legs boldly and forcing his way into Garrett's mouth. What can he do but yield to that kiss? To open his mouth and let Owen take him, so pushy that if he hadn't just come, his cock would be throbbing. He kisses back as best he can, but it's overwhelming and soon he's just going with it, letting himself spread open to be taken.

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It's nice, the way Garrett opens himself to him like that, soft and willing. Owen shifts and grinds his hips down against Garrett, groaning softly at the hint of friction that comes with the small motion. His fingers slide across Garrett's palm, weaving through his own fingers, and he breaks the kiss to start sucking and nibbling his way down Garrett's neck, mouthing back up his throat.

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Garrett makes a soft sound into the kiss when Owen laces their fingers together. The gesture is both domineering and vaguely tender, holding his hand but pinning him down. When Owen starts to mouth at his throat, he tips his head back with a faint sigh, breath hitching from the pleasure. It feels really good, but his body isn’t ready to feel good yet. Part of him wants to stop, to push Owen off him and go to sleep, but it’s too sweet, too tempting to keep going, to let Owen kiss and touch and take him until he has nothing left to give.

The friction of their hips makes him gasp sharply, bucking at the jolt of raw-nerve sensation that sears through him. His soft, over sensitive cock is too raw to handle it, and he squirms his hips as if trying (in a small way) to get away.

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Owen keeps tasting as much as he can, humming against warm skin. His hips keep rocking in little motions, already eager and ready for more. It's all due to the pollen, he knows, and he's well aware Garrett isn't ready yet, but that doesn't deter him.

Actually, he even shifts slightly, still pinning Garrett's hand down while his free hand skims down Garrett's side, brushing over his hipbone, teasing lower, knuckles slipping between his thighs. He traces over Garrett's length, ignoring how sensitive it must be now and already running his fingers to the tip and lightly rubbing and pinching the looser skin there.

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In a way, it almost reminds him of his first time with Barry. Thinking that things would go one way, and then getting the fuck of his life by someone he thought he would easily dominate. This just crystallizes it: the way Owen pins him down and starts to touch him despite his painful over sensitivity, heedless of his discomfort or the way he already tried to squirm away. Garrett gasps sharply at the first brush of fingers to his cock, but when Owen starts to touch him in earnest he chokes on a breath, trying to writhe in the little jerks of his hips set to the tune of choked little whimpers. He still has a hand free, but rather than doing the obvious thing and trying to pull Owen’s hand away, he twists that hand in the bed covers until his knuckles go white, as if trying to ground himself.

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Owen huffs a chuckle, grin sharp as he pulls back, lips hovering across Garrett's bearded jaw. He notes how Garrett isn't really trying to stop him, though, so he keeps going, pulling and tugging on his foreskin, stretching it in paced motions, his fingers moving down the length again to cup Garrett's balls.

"Looks like you're not tired enough..."

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Owen’s touch grows harder and he makes a strangled noise, heels digging into the bed as he tries to squirm away in earnest. It hurts and his body instinctively wants to make it stop, even though mentally he finds the torture and submission of it incredibly hot. Owen has a really good grip on his wrist, though, and is putting enough weight into it that Garrett would need to really work to break free. Which is hard to do safely when the man has a hand around his cock.

With no way to free himself, Garrett is stuck writhing and squirming under Owen, trying so hard to calm the instinctive struggles of his body and force himself to take it. That wickedly amused sneer from Owen sends a shiver up his spine, drawing a wavering sound from his parted lips.

“Owen,” he whines, face screwed up in pain. (And maybe a little thrill under all the overwhelm.) “Oh Maker, oh fuck...”

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That reaction only serves to further please Owen, soothing the strong need to claim and dominate he feels right now. He lets out a muffled hum against Garrett's skin, teeth dragging and digging lightly into skin, while his fingers fondle Garrett's balls, thumb rolling over the skin before pinching. Lightly at first, then just a little harder, probably enough to hurt.

But he likes that, too. It's a mild kind of torture when Garrett's so spent and oversensitive, and Owen has no intentions of stopping.

"What? You want me to stop? Keep going?" He has no intentions of doing the former, though, not unless Garrett genuinely tries to get away and tells him to stop. For now he curls his hand loosely around Garrett's cock, not even squeezing as he runs it up and down the length.

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Garrett tilts his head back with a high, thready moan, dragged out like a wavering sigh at the light drag of teeth over his skin- at the hand on his balls, touching him so lightly he wants to scream. Then oh, that pinch- his free hand holds tighter to the sheets clenched in his fist, twisting the bed-covers in his trembling attempt to keep himself still.

It works surprisingly well- his hips are still twitching, heels digging into the bed, shivers running hard up his spine, but the involuntary struggling has calmed, he's forcing himself to lie still and just take it. Whatever Owen wants to give him.

"Want it to stop," he keens, toes curling in the sheets as he shivers. "Please- fuck, it hurts-"

But he's tilting his head back with shaking moans, and trying so hard to quiet the instinctive protests of his body, and forcing himself not to fight. The torture is working- blood is starting to return to his cock, forced by the painful work of Owen's hand. He's not even close to halfway hard yet, but every bit of reaction seems to hurt from the inside, painful prickles as blood starts to pool in a cock not remotely ready for it. But it's a reaction- and oh, he doesn't intend to fight. Just whine and beg for it to stop while forcing himself to be good and take it.

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Owen doesn't budge. He won't give an inch from where he stands, he will protect Blue if Garrett ends up trying to attack her again, even if that means he'll be the one getting hurt.

"She's just an animal," he counters, then goes on to add. "And yes, I do. I do know what she's capable of, I've seen it. But I'm telling you, she's not a danger here. But she does see you as a danger right now, so I'm asking you, please don't give her reason to defend herself."

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Garrett really, really wants to attack. This thing is exactly like all the others, the creatures that maimed him and his friends, the reasons they needed to have watches awake at night for all those harrowing months. The world would be better without her in it.

Then again, he's watched his beloved hound rip out throats and disembowel enemies. How many people would consider Ox a vicious beast?

He lowers his sword and slides it back into its sheath.

"Maker's breath," Garrett exhales. "You should put a bell on her."

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Owen lets out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding in when Garrett sheathes his sword, his eyes closing briefly and shoulders sagging. Behind him, Blue utters a quieter sound, nudging her snout gently against his back.

The comment drags a soft laugh from him, and he opens his eyes again, lifting an eyebrow at Garrett. "Tried that before. Trust me, it doesn't work well."

Granted, a shock collar isn't quite the same as a bell, but he has a feeling Blue would be even more annoyed by something like that.

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That earns Owen the Flattest Stare.

"That's reassuring."

But after a moment's lineface, he sighs, forcing some of the tension in his shoulders out, giving the monster a second (less pants-shitting) look. The nudging is... cute. Like an affectionate bloodthirsty predator. How sweet.

"Let me guess, you found her abandoned with the rest of her litter and bottle-fed her yourself."

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Owen just shrugs, lips twitching into a vague smile. "It's a wild animal, what did you expect?"

Of course she would react poorly to collars or any other items that would feel restricting to her. Owen has no reason to do that here. Especially since a bell was only likelier to anger her instead.

"No," he says pointedly, eyes rolling. "I watched her and her sisters hatch from their eggs. And for your information, they don't drink milk. They can digest food as soon as they're born and they only drink water."

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Owen lets out a gasp, surprised and caught off-guard. It all becomes clear rather quickly when Garrett mentions pollen, though, his eyes widening with a trace of concern to his gaze.

"Oh, I'm gonna be a big problem for you, believe me," he growls, low enough that he sounds almost like a wild animal that's just been cornered and is ready to defend himself. "Let go of my wrist, Garrett. Now, or I will make you."

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The threat just lights him up, eyes bright with a dangerous, lusty sort of violence. Or a violent sort of lust. Something.

"I'd like to see you try."

He's poised to counter whatever Owen tries next- anticipating his every reaction, his every breath. Owen is going to fight, but Garrett has been a mercenary for years. He will subdue Owen, whether the man likes it or not.

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Owen squares his jaw, genuinely worried. He knows he can surprise Garrett, but that ultimately the other will be able to subdue him. His only chance here is to catch him by surprise, and try to use that short window of time to get down the stairs and away from him.

So... fuck it. He doesn't want to hurt Garrett, but he also would rather not get raped by him while he's high on some frenzy aphro.

With a sudden jerk, he headbutts Garrett, slamming his forehead hard into his nose. He hopes beyond hope that'll be enough to get Garrett to loosen his grip, so he can then yank his hand free and rush towards the stairs.

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He's faced this maneuver before, too. His instinct is to tighten his grip, though he does let loose a rather colorful string of profanities.

Well, fuck. Apparently this isn't the sexy "putting up a fight because it's hot" kind of fight- Owen is actually trying to escape. That makes Hawke tighten his grip a little more, though, leaning his lower body away from Owen (to make the hold a little less inappropriate), but he keeps the other man still.

"Interesting," he snarks. "But I'm sure if I got a face full of Grimm's Mercy, you'd be the first in line to take me while I couldn't stand up for myself."

Okay, Garrett does understand that people have the right to choose for themselves and to not be into things. He also understands that he very much started this by slamming the guy against the wall. But Owen used and fucked him into aching, boneless exhaustion until he was too sore and helpless to have any say on the matter- which was great. Fantastic. But his tanglethorn-addled mind chafes at Owen thinking himself too good to take what he gives.

"It must be terribly upsetting for your sex toy to get up and try to play for itself."

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Well, shit. Not only didn't that work, it's possible he's pushed Garrett's buttons and made him even angrier. Panic seizes him when Garrett's hand grips tighter around his wrist, eyes wide as he tries to put another step between them, at the very least.

"That's a fucking lie," he growls. Granted, he would eventually give into it, especially since Grimm's Mercy makes its victims rather pushy on others. He's seen it before, so he knows. But from giving into that to being the first in line to take advantage goes a long way.

"What the fuck are you saying? That's bullshit, Garrett," he pants, and then it dawns on him. His expression shifts into a different sort of shock, his free hand resting on Garrett's arm. "Garrett. Are you saying I raped you? Is that what it was?"

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Garrett is so surprised he actually lets go of Owen, taking a step back from the man with a slightly boggled look.

“What? No!” he protests, wondering how this conversation went off the rails so badly. Maker’s arse, this pollen is seriously fucking with him. “It’s just a bit funny that you only seem to want me when you can bend me over something and make me beg.”

It’s a sign of how far afield his mind has gone, that this is any kind of problem at all. But there’s a trace of something smaller and softer in it, a spark of doubt—a strange interaction of the tanglethorn’s need to dominate clashing with that deep-running fear he has of being used and helpless (and with the pollen, the arousal he usually feels for those exact same ideas is utterly absent). It’s strange, how these things rampage through his veins.

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Owen nods, takes a slow breath. The way Garrett responds so quickly does put him at ease again. He'd genuinely hate himself if Garrett felt like Owen had taken advantage of him in that way.

However, the following remark has him frowning slightly. His hands now free, he lets his arms rest to his sides, feeling suddenly a vague distance between them that he dislikes.

"That's not true. That was fun, but it's not the only way I'd want you."

It just happened to be how their first time went, is all. He realizes this may just be the pollen messing with Garrett's perception of what happened between them, but still-- it's a concern that he'd rather Garrett didn't have.

He's the one to step closer to the other this time, less worried now that he seems to have calmed down from his violent streak. He reaches out and rests a hand on Garrett's forearm.

"Look. I'll come with you. I'll help you, I swear to you I don't give a shit if you're the one bending me over. Just... no need to fight me for it, okay? Just... I'll be with you, gladly, just don't force me into it."

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Owen's answer makes Garrett feel sick. He sounds like he’s negotiating with a kidnapper- I promise I’ll go with you, I swear I don’t mind. Garrett steps back, suddenly horrified with himself.

“No,” he shakes his head. “You don’t have to. This wasn’t right- you don’t owe me anything. I’m sorry.”

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Owen feels a mix of relief and panic at Garrett's reaction. It was the last thing on his mind to make him feel bad with his offer, but it looks like that's exactly what he did.

On the other hand, the fact that Garrett seems to be at least more rational makes him feel calmer. Safer too, for what it's worth.

"Don't-- don't apologize, it's not your fault. It's that damn pollen," he says. "And I know I don't owe you anything. Look... this thing isn't just gonna wear itself off, is it? It's just gonna eat away at you until it forces you to really hurt someone."

Owen presses his lips in, almost shy about admitting this. "I've only ever done it with one guy. That's just... that's it. I liked it, but I'm just still... a little nervous about it. Okay?"

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Garrett blinks.

“Oh.”

The banality of it takes him by surprise- it’s just that he’s not experienced? That’s it?

“Is that all?” Garrett gives a relieved laugh, stepping closer and putting his hands on Owen’s shoulders. “Maker, I can work with that. I’m amazing at foreplay. You’ve got to be, when you’re as big as I am.” He squeezes those broad shoulders and grins. “I’ll make you feel amazing. It won’t hurt a bit.”