Cougar glances to where Jake had left them on the table, estimating his distance. Shifting so that he doesn't displace Jake from his lap, he leans all the way back, horizontal, and plucks them up, hauling himself back up slowly, slowly, his core still as tight as ever. Sliding them back onto Jake's face, he follows that up with a kiss, as well, arms draped over Jake's shoulders.

"That, or you can cut it all off again, make me look at least closer to you in age so people don't think a new you has come from the fountain and I am robbing the cradle," is his Spanish nattering, too tired to translate.