He's still riding the adrenaline rush even after he comes, but he does slow to a halt after he's finished spilling himself into Garrett's ass. He snaps his hips one last time with a grunt, panting heavily as he settles in place, hands still firm on Garrett's sides.

Part of him wants to jerk him off. But then another part of him just wants to shove Garrett down on the bed and leave him with that hard-on between his legs. It's a difficult decision-- Owen's not usually so cruel to his partners, but the pollen has a strange hold on him.

With a low purr, he goes with the latter, laying Garrett back down and pulling his cock out of him with a groan, then settles down next to him, arm draped over his waist. "I'm tired," he murmurs, sighing as he buries his face in Garrett's neck, eyes closed. "Gonna take a nap..."