As much as Cougar is trying to keep his breathing even, it gets a little sharper when Jake descends to his knees to start untangling the leash, glistening and showing off all that skin. He wants to demand whether Jake understands what he's doing to him, but anything he'll say will be rough and helpless.

Every night, they lie there curled up together with barely a hint of space between them. And somehow, it's this that's pushing him over the edge. "Sabes lo que estás haciendo a mí?" he manages hoarsely.

And if he doesn't, then it's just Cougar who feels like this. He reddens a little, embarrassed at the idea that it's only his feelings that go that way. Still, he reaches out and his fingers glide over Jake's neck as they settle for a firm hand on his shoulder.

"Don't," is all he says quietly. "Not kind to tease me."