Owen bites on his lower lip, hissing softly as Garrett adjusts on top of him. Part of him wonders whether Garrett's too tired for this, but on the other hand he knows how eager he is to take Owen's cock again, and he can't help wanting to tease him, force him to work for it if he wants it that badly.

So when Garrett begins to move, he lets out an approving hum, followed by a gasp when he starts working on a pace. He leans back slightly, hand sinking to the mattress just behind himself to prop his weight, so he gets a great view of Garrett as he rides his cock, his erection bouncing between them with each rise and fall of his hips.

"Yeah, baby," he moans, lips parted as he gasps and pants, his other hand still gripping Garrett's ass cheek tightly. His hips shift to press just a hint against Garrett's ass each time he comes down on his cock, skin hitting skin. "You look good like this. Come on, faster, hah... make me come..."