"I fucking love sleeping," Jake protests, curling his arm tightly around Cougar's middle so he can't escape. Jake is sleepy, and he likes to cuddle. Get ready. "And you deserve it, anyway, making me wait god knows how long before you said anything, you bastard."

Nestling his chin into Cougar's shoulder, digging in a little more than is strictly necessary, probably, Jake hums and shifts his hand so it's not curled around Cougar so much as sliding lazily over his belly. "Okay," he murmurs agreeably.