"Are ya alright there, Bear?" Archie asks breathlessly, gently rubbing Owen's back.
The larger man has been face down ass up in his bed for at least an hour now, Archie having been adamant on making sure that he was more than well-prepared for his first time bottoming. Of course, Owen had been fairly whiny through most of it, due to both pleasure and growing impatience.
But he'd gone almost worryingly quiet as soon as Archie had pushed in halfway, not because he was in pain, quite the opposite actually.
"Mm-m-more... p-please.." he whimpers softly, barely managing to string together the short request, voice and body trembling.
"'Course... lemme know if ya wanna stop, alright?" Once he gets confirmation, Archie begins to push in a bit further at an almost agonisingly slow pace — it feels like forever before they're finally pressed together and Owen breaks.
Tears roll down his face, sobbing and whining from the overwhelming feeling of fullness.
Of course the smaller man begins to worry, as any good friend would. "Owen, what's wrong? D'you need me to pull out?"
"Fff-fuck... No.. 'm ff-f-fine... f-feels s-sooo g-good..." he manages to force out through tearful whimpers.
"D'you want a minute to process?" He asks softly, running his hands along Owen's hips gently. But the man just shakes his head.
"W-wan' y' t' ff-fu-fuck mm-me... P-pl-please?" His speech is beginning to slur, mind practically empty.
"If yer sure.." The smaller man mutters, slowly pulling back a few inches before pushing back in at the same pace, somehow managing to press against Owen's sweet spot, making him practically cry out, back arching in a way that would definitely cause some soreness afterwards.
"P-p-please~ Please, nn-need mmm-more, Archie, p-please... 'm ss-so c-cl-close..." He whimpers, clenching around him. So, so close. Too close, he doesn't want to cum yet.
"Alright, alright... Jus' 'old off for a bit, yeah?" He says softly.
Though he's sure Owen was already planning on it.