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[defaulthawke]

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-

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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...

[defaulthawke]

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.

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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.

[defaulthawke]

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."

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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."

[defaulthawke]

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."

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"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.