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.