He makes a wordless noise of protest when Cougar pulls his hand away, but doesn't fight it too much. He really is tired. At least Cougar doesn't pull away completely, that's something. He keeps making little snuffling noises under his breath until he settles down, comfortably cuddled up against Cougar's side, his palm curving instead around the curve of Cougar's backside.

"You can fuck me when I wake up," he insists, slurring his words, figuring if this is going to be the day he pops his gay cherry he might as well go all in.