Owen pulled back, staring down at Ianto. He stilled his own movements as well, laying buried inside of him. He was panting, his breath ragged. He didn't know if he was meant to continue or pull out. Slowly, he did just that, pulling out and pulling away from Ianto. Any moron could see that with his face covered like that, he was not enjoying the moment.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled. Owen assumed Ianto had thought this a mistake. And the last thing he wanted to do was alienate his friend.
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