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"Hush," Cougar insists, clapping his free hand over Jake's mouth as he works his fingers inside of himself, moving in a smooth, careful rhythm that has him thinking of how it will feel to sink down onto Jake, his favourite thing in the world. "No words," he orders. "Or you will only fuck your hand."

Jake meeps quietly behind Cougar's hand, but quickly nods to indicate he understands the stakes. He's already more than halfway hard, not having gotten off before their nap and feeling desperately frustrated because of it, and he's not willing to risk having Cougar make good on his threat.

Belatedly, he reaches for his glasses and slams them on his face so he can see every detail of what's happening above him.

Good. It's always better when Jake can see what's going on. Keeping his hand slapped across Jake's mouth, he winds his fingers until there's three of them and he's riding himself, rocking down onto those lubed up fingers as he throws his head back, hair falling across his shoulders. "Jake," he moans, despite Jake not having a hand in this (so to speak) yet.

This is so unfair. Jake lets himself squirm a little, his hips shifting beneath Cougar in tiny little aborted thrusts, and he wants to babble, wants to let praises and prayers alike fall from his lips like rain, but Cougar's palm is hot and heavy over his mouth and he doesn't dare push just yet, not when Cougar's only got his fingers inside himself.

Instead, he licks Cougar's palm.

Cougar lifts his hand off, wrinkling his nose at how wet it is, though it's not like living with Jake and their children for this many years hasn't prepared him for this. "Jake," he chides, bearing down and kissing him as he covers his palm with more lube, stroking Jake's cock lovingly. "Tell me when to stop."

Cougar had told him not to speak, so he just accepts the kiss that's pressed to his lips, letting his hands drop to the bed beneath them so he can fist his fingers in the sheets so he won't fuck up Cougar's plan of attack, which seems to be mostly 'drive Jake insane.'

When he's hard enough to drill through walls and wet enough to drip, he whines into Cougar's kiss and reaches down to stop the stroke of his hand, widening his eyes a little at him to indicate he'd better stop.

"Shh," is sharper this time as he swats away Jake's hand, but also stops working him to a frenzy. "Now," he says calmly, sliding down onto Jake with care, letting out a gasp of happiness as he does. "You are going to tell me, as I work, what you want in a wedding."

Jake tries to hold out, he really does. Cougar had told him not to talk, and Jake is actually good at following orders, thanks, but there are limits even to his abilities, and when Cougar is slowly pushing down onto his cock, he thinks he can be excused for slipping a little.

He hisses, an aborted curse bitten off before any real noise can escape, and settles his hands on Cougar's hips, his finger digging into soft skin.

"You," he blurts out finally, the words forced from him as if the weight of Cougar's body settling over his pushed them up through his mouth. "I just want you."

Cougar shifts so he can slide down, using his own strength to do most of the work, cocking a brow up as if to accept the praise for his ego, for himself. He uses Jake's shoulders to grab hold and work as leverage, giving a pleased sound. "I want a backyard party," he counters. "With a cake. A chocolate cake."

"We can just..." he gasps quietly, and digs his heels into the mattress. "We can just go to the courthouse, you don't have to make a big deal of it."

Although a backyard party does sound nice. They could get the band back together, have everyone over, let them all share in one of the happiest moments of Jake's life. They could have a barbecue after, and chocolate cake... "I know how much you like chocolate..."

Cougar shakes his head. "Cake," is all he insists, because if he's going to wear a ring and sign papers and go through all the legal proceedings, then he wants to smear chocolate cake all over Jensen and lick it off. "Dancing," he adds, rocking down so hard and fast that he loses his breath. "With you. The kids."

"Okay, sure, cake. Cake is good." His fingers dig into Cougar's hips sharply when he slams down, fingernails probably biting into Cougar's skin, and he can't help moaning. Loudly. "Yes! Yes, dancing. I love dancing."

He wants to bite all that skin, but there's a time for that later. Right now, he keeps his rhythm up, riding Jake like he's a horse with the way his hips move with careful, fluid motion. "And suit. You, in a proper suit. Waistcoat."

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