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.