Owen closes his eyes, letting the intense relief wash over him. He groans and shivers all over once he sheathes himself to the hilt, gripping Garrett's legs tightly and keeping him in place as he starts moving his hips in slow rolls, each thrust deep and intent.

He opens his eyes again and lets his gaze fall heavily on Garrett. The hunger in his eyes is undeniable, the need to claim and to own making his blood nearly boil in his veins. He wants to move them but that'll hold; right now he likes having Garrett on his back, practically on display for him as he builds on a slow pace with each thrust.