"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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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."
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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..."
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