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.