Owen groans low in his throat, gritting his teeth briefly as his hand tightens around Garrett's cock. His strokes are very short, only teasing the head, aiming to get Garrett hard and nothing more than that.
"Shit, I need you," he moans, guiding Garrett's legs up so they're resting on his shoulders. This way he can keep working his cock with one hand, and when he leans over he manages to expose Garrett's ass even better to his other hand, which slips down between them to stroke two fingers over the still loose hole.
Most of the fluids have dried but Owen pushes a finger in anyway, and when he pulls back out it's carrying some of his fluids and the lube that had stayed behind. He starts on a slow pace, fingering Garrett carefully, watching Garrett's face intently even when the chances that he'll stop at any sign of pain are slim to none right now.
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"Shit, I need you," he moans, guiding Garrett's legs up so they're resting on his shoulders. This way he can keep working his cock with one hand, and when he leans over he manages to expose Garrett's ass even better to his other hand, which slips down between them to stroke two fingers over the still loose hole.
Most of the fluids have dried but Owen pushes a finger in anyway, and when he pulls back out it's carrying some of his fluids and the lube that had stayed behind. He starts on a slow pace, fingering Garrett carefully, watching Garrett's face intently even when the chances that he'll stop at any sign of pain are slim to none right now.