Try as he might, Garrett just can’t seem to settle- his hips are still jerking, head tossing fitfully as he writhes uselessly under Owen’s grip. It’s so fucking intense that he’s moaning plaintively, getting louder the longer Owen torments him. His toes curl from the delicious pain but he can’t meaningfully squirm with his legs hitched up like this. Owen has him helpless.

“Oh Maker,” he whines when those thick fingers press inside him. Garrett feels how loose he is, how slick, and it makes his insides go all warm and liquid. Andraste’s sanctified ass, it feels so good. “Owen, it’s so- Fuck, it’s...”

Despite it all, he’s starting to get hard. Slowly, by painful degrees, but his cock is steadily swelling.