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.
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.
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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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"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.