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Try as he might, Garrett just can’t seem to settle- his hips are still jerking, head tossing fitfully as he writhes uselessly under Owen’s grip. It’s so fucking intense that he’s moaning plaintively, getting louder the longer Owen torments him. His toes curl from the delicious pain but he can’t meaningfully squirm with his legs hitched up like this. Owen has him helpless.

“Oh Maker,” he whines when those thick fingers press inside him. Garrett feels how loose he is, how slick, and it makes his insides go all warm and liquid. Andraste’s sanctified ass, it feels so good. “Owen, it’s so- Fuck, it’s...”

Despite it all, he’s starting to get hard. Slowly, by painful degrees, but his cock is steadily swelling.

Good. The reaction is definitely positive, and Owen groans lowly, pushing a second finger in without much pause or hesitance. The more he touches Garrett, the more he wants to push his cock into him again, and he's already hard and ready again. Even if Garrett might not be, he just needs him loose enough to be able to take it.

"Yeah, that's good. Come on, Garrett," he moans, fingering him faster, his hand on Garrett's cock tightening and moving in quicker strokes. It's too good, and his dick throbs in anticipation at the sight. When he reaches the limit of his patience, he pulls his fingers back out, letting just the tips press past the opening, and he uses the rest of his hand to reach for his own cock and guide it until the head is pressing against the rim of Garrett's hole.

He takes a slow breath, then starts sinking into him, fingers moving out of the way as they're replaced by the thicker girth. "Oh, fuck yes..."

Owen's thick cock sinking into him pushes the air from his lungs, making Garrett gasp and choke on air when he's so filled that he can hardly stand it. It's so much on his still-sensitive body, still shivering and tender, still exhausted and craving rest but unwilling to resist how Owen uses him. It feels so good and he wants to hold on to Owen, wrap his arms around and grip him tight for anchor, but with his legs over the man's shoulders he can't reach. So his fingers twist in the sheets, cock throbbing painfully as he thickens and hardens under Owen's torturous touch, moaning low in his throat at the slow slide.

"Oh Maker..."

Owen closes his eyes, letting the intense relief wash over him. He groans and shivers all over once he sheathes himself to the hilt, gripping Garrett's legs tightly and keeping him in place as he starts moving his hips in slow rolls, each thrust deep and intent.

He opens his eyes again and lets his gaze fall heavily on Garrett. The hunger in his eyes is undeniable, the need to claim and to own making his blood nearly boil in his veins. He wants to move them but that'll hold; right now he likes having Garrett on his back, practically on display for him as he builds on a slow pace with each thrust.

Owen's gaze strips him bare, leaving Garrett flushed and breathless before the man. Every thrust rolling inside him pushes the breath from him and a moan after it, his face pinching and going slack with lust.

“Fuck...”

Garrett’s head lolls back, each thrust impossibly deep inside him, pushing hard over his sweet spot for a crush of pleasure so intense he can’t help moaning out low and deep. His cock is hard as a rock now, lying heavy against his stomach as Owen fills him over and over.

It's hard to decide how he wants Garrett. On his back like this, keeping his legs up, he has him at his mercy, he can do what he wants, with the advantage of being able to watching all the while as he fucks him to exhaustion, while losing himself inside him. On the other hand... he would love to see just how eager Garrett would be, if he'd force himself to ignore the protests of his own body in favor of taking Owen's cock deep into him.

He grunts as he pushes hard and deep, stopping for a second each time he buries himself all the way in. The way Garrett squeezes around him is indescribable, and he nearly sees white every single time. Eventually he lowers Garrett's legs, guiding them into a folding position so he can lift Garrett's body up until he's straddling him while sitting on his cock.

The forceful push has his erection shoving in deep in a single, hard thrust. He moans loudly, lips parted as a bead of sweat rolls down from his forehead. "Move," he growls out the order, hands moving to grip Garrett's ass and parting his cheeks aside, keeping that nice tight hole wide open and ready for more. "Ride my cock. Show me... how much you love it."

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.

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..."

A hot shudder rolls over him, and another, making him gasp for breath as he slams down onto that glorious cock over and over. Soon it's too much- Garrett can't keep leaning over like this, he has to sit up properly, lean back a little to get the angle that tears a cry from his throat.

"Oh! Oh fuck, fuck-"

It hits him like a bolt of lightning, Owen's cock striking hard against that place inside, and all of a sudden his exhaustion doesn't matter anymore. Garrett moves faster, hands resting on his thighs for all that he can't quite reach Owen at this angle. They roam over his body, desperate for touch- as he rides Owen's cock he runs his hands up his thighs, his stomach (deliberately avoiding his cock, bobbing huge and heavy and ignored between them, dripping onto Owen's stomach and throbbing so hard it aches-), tweaking and rubbing at still-tender nipples until he throws his head back and gasps.

"Owen," he pants, running his hands through his own hair at the heightening waves of pleasure, cheeks red and eyes glassy. His cock jerks and leaks, the fluid pearly-white as it only is when he's getting fucked, balls tight and the flush starting to spread tell-tale down his chest. He moves faster, putting those powerful muscled thighs to work, desperate to see Owen come- to do like he was told, to- "Feels so good, oh Maker, oh-"

The words come for me rise in his throat but he fights them back, feeling instinctively that right now, his is not to command. His job is to obey. To listen, to do as he's told and make Owen come, to get fucked. To distract himself he twists at his nipples viciously, arching his back with a pained cry.

Garrett's pleasure nearly overwhelms him, the tension making him nearly see stars. As he nears his orgasm, he keeps going fast and hard, fucking himself onto Owen's cock, the thickness of him stretching those tighter muscles even more, squeezed taut by how clenched Garrett's ass is.

"Oh shit," he groans, head falling back, hips snapping up harder, faster, rhythm more desperate. He grabs Garrett's ass tightly, spreading him wide, even though it doesn't change much when he's this tight around him. "Shit, your ass, hah-- feels so good, gonna come in you--"

He doesn't manage anything coherent after that, just grunts and gasps as he keeps up the same rough, desperate pace, pounding hard and deep into Garrett's tight ass. He comes with a loud, deep growl, head falling back and mouth hanging open, spilling his load as deep as he can reach in Garrett's ass, urging Garrett to keep up the same fast pace so he can milk him to the last drop while he's still inside.

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Garrett does keep that pace up, hungry to feel Owen's cock striking against that place inside him over and over, fucking pleasure into him mercilessly. It feels so good when Owen comes inside him, the filthy feeling of Owen's cock pulsing, spilling deep in his body, spurring him on.

"Oh- yeah, that's it, give it to me- all of it," he pants, squeezing tight around him to pull every last drop from him. "God, I'm so close."

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..."

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-

Leaving Garrett hanging is far more satisfying than it should be. He loves that breathlessness in his tone, the way he pants in genuine, aching need. But he can't bring himself to deny him the pleasure of completion when he reaches down to stroke himself.

Instead he props himself on an elbow, so he can get a good view while Garrett strokes his cock hard and fast. He purrs lowly, touching his own softening cock just to enjoy the remnants of his orgasmic bliss, hips rocking so he's nudging his groin against Garrett's side, muttering little encouraging words, about how good Garrett looks like this, how lovely it'll be when he comes, how he wants to watch him reach his climax, encouraging him to keep going, show him how badly he wants to come...

It feels so good, and Owen is so solid and warm beside him as he whispers those sweet nothings in his ear that Garrett has to get closer, has to taste him, wants so badly to come while kissing him. He turns his head to find Owen's mouth but it's a split second too late- orgasm takes him, sliding electric down his spine as he arches his back and comes with a shuddering cry against Owen's lips.

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.

That slightly demeaning praise shudders through him like fire, making him gasp and spurring on the last thick pulses over his fist as he kisses Owen artlessly. When the orgasm finally leaves him he all but collapses against Owen, feeling boneless and exhausted after two intense orgasms.

Still, there's a smile on his face.

"Mmm. I thought for a second there that you might stop me." He doesn't look mad at the idea. At all. "I'm glad you didn't."

Owen lets out a low, pleased purr of his own, smiling and letting out a chuckle, draping an arm over Garrett's waist.

"Mm, don't think I could manage to be that cruel," he murmurs, nuzzling into the curve of Garrett's neck. "Besides, watching you touch yourself... that was hot. I'd rather get to see that."

Garrett hums in pleasure as Owen nuzzles into him, turning his head a little to press a kiss into his short, sandy hair.

"If you ever did feel like being cruel... I'd be okay with it."

"I'll keep that in mind," he murmurs back with a lazy smile, nudging Garrett's side, curling up against him. Right now he's perfectly content to doze off next to him, the need in him perfectly sated. For the time being, at least.

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