It's still close enough that Owen can taste Garrett's hot breath when he comes. That cry all but spills into his own mouth, and he lets out a deep, pleased groan, biting on Garrett's lower lip hard while he squeezes his thigh tightly. His eyes sweep over Garrett's body, watching intently as he spills all over himself.

"Good boy," he purrs warmly, licking into Garrett's mouth, not quite kissing him while he's still recovering his breathing.