Owen's thick cock sinking into him pushes the air from his lungs, making Garrett gasp and choke on air when he's so filled that he can hardly stand it. It's so much on his still-sensitive body, still shivering and tender, still exhausted and craving rest but unwilling to resist how Owen uses him. It feels so good and he wants to hold on to Owen, wrap his arms around and grip him tight for anchor, but with his legs over the man's shoulders he can't reach. So his fingers twist in the sheets, cock throbbing painfully as he thickens and hardens under Owen's torturous touch, moaning low in his throat at the slow slide.

"Oh Maker..."