He's very disappointed when Cougar pulls off his cock and actually goes as far as to crawl off him, making an unhappy noise in the back of his throat, reaching for him as he climbs off the bed and goes over to the desk.

"Cougar..."

Grumbling, wanting to curl his hand around his cock and jack off just to be contrary, he does as he's told. He almost always does as Cougar tells him. It's instinct, now, to follow his lead. He can't help a few aborted little thrusts of his hips when he settles his weight down again, biting his lip to keep from whining any more.