There's a moment when Owen actually slows down when he first hears those words. Even with the pollen fogging up his brain, he still has some self-control, and hearing Garrett say he wants it to stop makes him reconsider for a second or two.

But then he's moaning, hips shifting on the bed, and Owen feels his cock filling with blood against his fingers. His lips curl into a sharper smirk, and he starts rubbing against the head again, pinching and tugging lightly at the skin, eventually wrapping his hand tight around the head.

"No, you don't," he purrs warmly, licking into Garrett's mouth. "Look at you, you're already getting hard again. You're aching for it, even if I hurt you... so what's it gonna be, Garrett? Are you gonna be good and behave while I fuck you again, or do I need to make you come a few more times to tire you out before I bury my cock inside you?"