That same forceful push gets a ragged moan from Garrett, too, at the hard thrust of Owen's cock deep inside him. Every time Owen buries himself deep, Garrett moans shakily- every one of those thrusts that had Owen seeing white and pausing to savor the feeling. It felt so good to be on his back for him, letting the other man fuck him senseless, manhandling and moving him around however he pleased.

But this... this is good, too. He shudders on top of Owen, taking a moment to breathe in hard and adjust to the feeling- to Owen's hands on him, spreading him even wider than he already is, to the way he's stretched around Owen's thick cock. The order makes him nod breathlessly, color high in his cheeks. Ride him? Maker, he could do that- it'll be harder, with how tired he is, but not by much. Strength is starting to return to his limbs, and he's so hungry for more. Being filled.

So Garrett braces his hands on Owen's chest and starts to lift up, thigh muscles flexing and bunching, then slams down onto Owen's cock with a loud groan. Fucking hell, the shock of pleasure makes his vision go white for a second. He has to do it again- and again, and again. Soon Garrett is riding his cock like he was born for it, lusty sounds pouring from his lips on every stroke.