He's read that letter so many times, it's embarrassing, he could basically almost quote along with it. It sounds way better in Cougar's hoarse baritone, though. "Jesus, Cougs," he breathes, his hands clenching at his sides. "You know how many times I've jerked off to that letter?"

Inching closer, he almost bangs his shins on the edge of the bed. "I don't have any lube," he points out in a soft whine, sounding pained. "Or condoms. My niece lives here."