"Well, in that case, I gladly grant you the pleasure of blowing me." Sam grins, settling against the pillow. He brings a hand down and strokes Puck's hair gently, then moves away when Puck kisses him and presses his tongue against his slit. He exhales slowly, his eyes fluttering closed. This? This is nice. Blowjobs for him are usually in cheap hotel rooms or the back room of a club with an edge of urgency because what if someone sees him? He's never really been able to relax during sex until it was with Puck. It was always good (mostly), but it was stressful. With Puck, he's not afraid to lose himself, because he knows Puck'll take care of him. Puck's tongue is warm and wet against him; he can feel his hesitation and that almost just makes the whole thing hotter. "Your tongue feels good."