Garrett rides Owen through the last gasp of this orgasm, wishing it could last longer- wishing desperately for it to last longer, so he could come on Owen's cock. He's so close, he- but then Owen is laying him down and pulling out, and Garrett protests with a frustrated, "Damn."

That damn turns into a full blown oh fuck you when Owen has the actual audacity to peace out on him, so Garrett grabs his cock and pumps his hand hard, chasing that last push of pleasure he needs to go over the edge. In only a few quick strokes he can feel it closing around him, blooming in his gut like a promise, fisting his free hand in the sheets and flushing him dark red. So quickly his moaning rises, louder, rougher, eyes shut tight against it oh god faster, tighter, oh god oh fuck it's right there, right there, hand slick with thick white precum and balls drawing tight as it rushes up his spine, hips lifting off the bed and oh there it is, he's going to come, yes, yes-