Jake pants quietly into the duvet, his fingers and toes curling and uncurling slowly as he comes back to himself.

"I think you'll need to do some more groveling," he murmurs, shifting to get more comfortable. Sparkles are still zinging up his back, making goosebumps crop up along his skin, and he's feeling glowingly happy enough to simply reach back and fumble along until he can curl his fingers in Cougar's shoulder, tugging up to make him come closer. "I'm still mad at you," he insists, but the purring satisfaction in his voice belies that claim.