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Owen feels a mix of relief and panic at Garrett's reaction. It was the last thing on his mind to make him feel bad with his offer, but it looks like that's exactly what he did.

On the other hand, the fact that Garrett seems to be at least more rational makes him feel calmer. Safer too, for what it's worth.

"Don't-- don't apologize, it's not your fault. It's that damn pollen," he says. "And I know I don't owe you anything. Look... this thing isn't just gonna wear itself off, is it? It's just gonna eat away at you until it forces you to really hurt someone."

Owen presses his lips in, almost shy about admitting this. "I've only ever done it with one guy. That's just... that's it. I liked it, but I'm just still... a little nervous about it. Okay?"

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Garrett blinks.

“Oh.”

The banality of it takes him by surprise- it’s just that he’s not experienced? That’s it?

“Is that all?” Garrett gives a relieved laugh, stepping closer and putting his hands on Owen’s shoulders. “Maker, I can work with that. I’m amazing at foreplay. You’ve got to be, when you’re as big as I am.” He squeezes those broad shoulders and grins. “I’ll make you feel amazing. It won’t hurt a bit.”

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Owen lets out a faint sound through his nose. Yeah, he knows it's stupid, leave him be.

"It's not all for me, alright? It's... well, not a huge deal, but it's still important," he shrugs. At least the touch of Garrett's hands on his shoulders puts him a little more at ease this time around, as opposed to the way he grabbed at him before.

This. This is much better. He sketches a small smile. "Okay, so you wanna get out of here or what?"

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Garrett grins and takes Owen’s chin lightly, leaning in for a brief kiss. It ignites that ever present, barely suppressed hunger, and he pulls away with a gleam in his eyes.

“Yes,” he half-growls. “We’re going to-“

Wait. Stop. He cuts himself off suddenly, choking out words with great effort but greater determination.

“Where... do you want to go?”

Maker, that’s not easy. The tanglethorn wants badly to seize control of every detail here, and run roughshod over Owen’s will.

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Owen's eyebrows raise when Garrett stops himself halfway through his sentence. A small smile stretches his lips, and he steps closer, curling his fingers into Garrett's clothes.

He leans in to kiss him, slow and heated and deep, parting his lips willingly, knowing Garrett won't resist the urge to claim that kiss for himself, to own it.

When he pulls away, it's only so he can breathe against Garrett's lips.

"Take me wherever you want to take me."

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Garrett falls into that kiss with a small, gratified moan, holding Owen close against his body as he forces himself into Owen’s mouth, unnecessarily making the kiss an overwhelming, dominant thing. After what just happened, his confidence is thoroughly shaken- he feels like he can’t trust himself, can’t leave anyone alone with him. That Owen is giving these little concessions, opening himself up to be taken, is a tiny balm to his inner fire.

That pleased feeling grows when Owen hands the decision back to Garrett. Once more it’s a small gesture of trust, once more placing himself in Garrett’s hands. Garrett cups Owen’s face in both hands and pulls him in one more time to kiss him absolutely breathless. Only when his own breath is coming faster and his cock is stirring does he pull away with a heated smile.

“My room.”

They get there faster than expected. For once in his life Garrett doesn’t get distracted; he’s entirely focused on getting Owen alone. Nobody around to watch, to pry, to draw Owen’s attention, to look at what’s his.

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Well, he was sort of counting on the kiss becoming a little too rough and domineering, so that at least doesn't catch him by surprise. He hums, a hint breathless, but his fingers curl tightly into Garrett's shoulders, his own body arching closer to the other man's.

"Yeah," it's all he manages, voice breathless and heavy, eyes darker. He clears his throat and untangles himself from Garrett just so they can rush down the stairs and head back to the castle.

If the walk is quick it's probably just because they very nearly run their way there. Still, Owen doesn't feel tired at all by the time they get there, and even before the door is shut behind them, he's already peeling off his henley, tossing it across the floor, waiting for Garrett to make the next move and undoubtedly take the situation under his control.