thecatinahat | (no subject)

Jake has always been almost embarrassingly responsive. It's made his life a living hell, sometimes, but right now, it's blessing. Cougar is clearly a man on a mission, taking firm control of the kiss and leaving Jake practically squirming beneath him.

He shouts, bucking up when Cougar yanks his jeans down and takes his cock all the day down. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, Cougar."

Cougar rears off to give Jake a sharp warning with one bugged out look of his eyes, a hiss caught between his lips, and a smack of his hand to the flank of Jake's leg. "Tranquilo," he reminds him, shaking his head as he ducks back down to his work, his hair sliding along Jake's skin where it hangs.

"You tranquilo," he retorts, swallowing the whine that wants to push past his teeth.

He does bite his lip hard, though, in an effort to keep silent as Cougar slides his mouth back down Jake's dick. Sifting his fingers through Cougar's hair, he clutches the strands in his fists as gently as he can, not wanting to pull but needing to hold on.

Cougar's done this enough times to know what he's doing. There had been the boyfriend, of course, but before he'd met Jake, there had been any number of interactions in back alleys with one night stands that he didn't have to think too hard about. So yes, Cougar's talented at getting on his knees and sucking cock, but he's glad that it's paying off here.

Smirking privately, he slides up so he can take Jake deep before easing back to focus on the head, slipping his hand up to tease a little, just enough pressure at his entrance, just enough to tease what could be.

Jake is a denizen of the internet; he knows the theory of gay sex, but he doesn't have much practical experience, if any. He hasn't had the opportunity to test anything out with another person, and living in Army barracks doesn't give him much privacy to do anything beyond the basic 'jerk off as quickly and quietly as possible.'

That being said, as soon as Cougar's hand starts sliding up his thighs, Jake does his level best to spread them, whining when he finds himself hobbled by his jeans.

Cougar can see the issue, even from where he is. He slips away with a kiss to Jake's hip so he can work on getting the jeans off, shucking them and the boxers to the floor quickly before returning to him, a gleaming look of mischief in his eyes. "I'm your first, yes?" he wants to confirm, knowing from the letters already that he is.

First man to do any of this with him, so he wants to make sure it's special.

He wants to complain when Cougar pulls off, but he can understand the necessity of it, so he keeps quiet and instead tries to help him get him undressed. "You too," he insists, reaching down to grab at Cougar's shirt, yanking in an uncoordinated manner as he's too distracted to be able to move with his characteristic grace.

"Yes," he admits, too turned on to be embarrassed right now, though his ears are bright red.

Cougar rears back to strip his shirt off, letting it pool to the side. He had basically walked around shirtless for most of their stay in Bolivia, in acceptance of the heat being too much to do anything but bend to it. Now, his jeans ride low on his hips, and he's already beginning to glisten a little with sweat as he leans down to go back to sliding his tongue over Jake's length, sucking hard before easing back.

"Then I will take my time," he promises, with another kiss to his hips before he goes back to what might be better seen as torturing Jake with too-light touches of tongue to his cock.

Jake starts whining immediately, squirming. "Cougar, c'mon," he complains, reaching back down to collect up Cougar's hair in his hands.

He's pretty well used to seeing Cougar's body, as distracting as it is, but now that he's allowed to touch...well, he's torn between keeping his hands in Cougar's hair, and reaching down to slide his hands all over Cougar's golden skin. "Don't tease me man, c'mon. Please."

"First time," is all Cougar reminds him when he backs away and then curls his tongue around the head of Jake's cock before sucking him in deep and easing off to give him a smirk. "Going to take my time." He searches around, though, because he wants to do this properly. "Hair tie," is all he demands, thinking there must be one around here.

"I don't give a shit about my first time," he grumbles, his voice giving out at the end as Cougar curls his tongue around the sensitive head of his cock.

At first, he doesn't understand what Cougar is asking for, and then it clicks. "Maybe—maybe in the desk, I dunno," he says vaguely, pointing over to the other side of the room.

Cougar cares. Cougar cares about this because he wants Jake to think about this for years. He wants Jake to think of this fondly and know that Cougar is making up for lost time and for lies. He heads for the desk and opens it, padding across the room and kicking off his boots and socks gracefully as he walks. He twists the hairband and works his hair up into a bun at the top of his head so now it won't distract him.

"Stomach," is what he says. "You."

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.

Cougar gives him a light smack as he works him back to his stomach, leaning forward to press biting kisses up the back of his thighs and to the generous curve of his behind, taking time to nip and bite, working a very red mark into his behind as he works his tongue a little closer to the small of his back to work down lower.

"Patience," he reminds him. "It rewards you."

"Fuck patience!" Jake bursts out, unable to help himself when he feels Cougar's teeth nip their way up the backs of his thighs. "Carlos."

He's watched enough gay porn that he's pretty sure he knows where this is going to go, and he's torn between wanting to shy away with embarrassment and wanting to spread his legs wantonly to hurry him up. Instead, he just squirms, pressing his face into the duvet and curling his toes already.

He smirks against that swell of Jake's ass, scraping his teeth and kissing a hard mark there again before he works his way up. "Hope you are clean," is his pointed comment, but he's not that fussy about this. He grins as he watches Jake's reaction.

"I'm going to do this so many times that you'll lose count," he vows, stroking his tongue in a flat movement before pushing it in deeply.

Jake's only reply is to moan "Oh god," weakly into the duvet, his fingers clutching at the fabric beneath him as a violent shiver works its way down his back, courtesy of the scrape of Cougar's beard on his ass.

He whimpers when Cougar's tongue works its way between his cheeks, laving over his hole like he's licking a fucking ice cream cone before he goes for broke apparently and just pushes in.

The noise that pushes up from his throat is something between a yelp and a shout, and he can't even feel bad about it. "Fuck!"

Cougar can't help the smug pleasure that rises up when Jake reacts the way he does, using his palms to give him more room to work, nudging Jake's cheeks a little further apart as he lets this moment wash over him, thinking of all the years that he didn't think this was possible. If anything, it makes him even more determined to make this good for Jake, because he wants him to want this all the time.

So that's why he turns unrelenting with his tongue and mouth, refusing to give Jake any gentleness.

Cougar doesn't have to worry about Jake wanting this all the time. He already does, and they've barely done anything. All he can do is cling to the bed and lie there with his ass tilted up and his legs spread like those slutty twinks in porn, completely understanding the urge now to present yourself in such a vulnerable position.

It feels amazing.

He's close, he can feel it, and while it's embarrassing that he's ready to shoot off this early, he also fucking wants it, so he loosens his grip on the duvet with one hand so he can reach down between his own legs, curling his fingers around his cock.

Cougar hisses at Jake for him to take his hand off himself, reaching under and grabbing Jake by the wrist hard enough to bruise as he pries it away, replacing it with his own steady, strong hand as he starts to work him with both his mouth and his fingers, because he doesn't want any of this to be without Cougar's touch.

"You're mine," he reminds him sharply. "I will take care of you."

Jake almost cries when Cougar's strong fingers curl around his wrist, digging in sharply enough to hurt, prying his hand away from his dick.

"Cougar..." he whines piteously, muffled by the bed, a long shudder crawling down his spine as Cougar's hand replaces his own on his cock and starts to stroke. At least he has that relief, and he's grateful for it, too grateful, really. He wants to give some kind of warning, but his orgasm washes over him too quickly for him to do anything more than moan brokenly and shake as he spills all over Cougar's fingers.

Yes, it's faster than expected, but it also makes him stupidly smug and proud. After all, he's gone from Jake being mad at him to Jake getting him very messy in a period of no time at all. It's all happened so quickly that he's not even that pent up himself yet, but he knows it's just a matter of time.

"How's my apology going?"

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.

Cougar slowly, gracefully, slides his way up along Jake's body until he gets closer, kissing Jake's shoulder slowly and taking his time with each patch of skin available to him. He nudges his nose and rubs it there, reverent and loving, all the things he's written over the years coming home to roost.

"Too mad to want to rile yourself up again and be in me?"

Jake slowly blinks his eyes open so that he can watch as Cougar nuzzles him, smiling helplessly to see someone normally so stoic acting soft and affectionate, rather like his namesake. Not that Jake has much experience with cougars, but he's assuming they act basically like large cats when they're happy. His analogy stands.

Groaning quietly when Cougar suggests getting it up again that fast, Jake just closes his eyes and spreads his legs wider, tilting his hips up again.

"You do the honors," he murmurs, not wanting to move right now.