It's hard to decide how he wants Garrett. On his back like this, keeping his legs up, he has him at his mercy, he can do what he wants, with the advantage of being able to watching all the while as he fucks him to exhaustion, while losing himself inside him. On the other hand... he would love to see just how eager Garrett would be, if he'd force himself to ignore the protests of his own body in favor of taking Owen's cock deep into him.

He grunts as he pushes hard and deep, stopping for a second each time he buries himself all the way in. The way Garrett squeezes around him is indescribable, and he nearly sees white every single time. Eventually he lowers Garrett's legs, guiding them into a folding position so he can lift Garrett's body up until he's straddling him while sitting on his cock.

The forceful push has his erection shoving in deep in a single, hard thrust. He moans loudly, lips parted as a bead of sweat rolls down from his forehead. "Move," he growls out the order, hands moving to grip Garrett's ass and parting his cheeks aside, keeping that nice tight hole wide open and ready for more. "Ride my cock. Show me... how much you love it."