Good. The reaction is definitely positive, and Owen groans lowly, pushing a second finger in without much pause or hesitance. The more he touches Garrett, the more he wants to push his cock into him again, and he's already hard and ready again. Even if Garrett might not be, he just needs him loose enough to be able to take it.

"Yeah, that's good. Come on, Garrett," he moans, fingering him faster, his hand on Garrett's cock tightening and moving in quicker strokes. It's too good, and his dick throbs in anticipation at the sight. When he reaches the limit of his patience, he pulls his fingers back out, letting just the tips press past the opening, and he uses the rest of his hand to reach for his own cock and guide it until the head is pressing against the rim of Garrett's hole.

He takes a slow breath, then starts sinking into him, fingers moving out of the way as they're replaced by the thicker girth. "Oh, fuck yes..."