The tattoo wraps around Jensen's hip. The paws appear to dig in, the fur finely drawn and Cougar almost expects it to be soft, furred, when he slides fingers across. The tattoo is still new enough that the skin is tender when Cougar rubs lotion in.
"You telling me my hands aren't enough?" Cougar asks, bringing his other hand up, now holding Jensen by both hips. Jensen leans back, feels Cougar's chin dig in over his shoulder, feels Cougar's breath warm on his neck.
"Just wanted to show what's already there, whose hands belong" Jensen replies, turns for a kiss.