lormenari

Sam stops talking once Puck slides him into his mouth. It's hot and slick and wet, and Sam squeezes his eyes shut and groans deep in his throat. He can feel a comforting pressure on his thigh, and he grazes his fingertips over Puck's 'hawk, his back arching slightly. He tries to remember to keep his legs open so he doesn't squeeze Puck's head right off, and his foot digs into Puck's back automatically, his muscles tightening. Puck's tongue keeps doing this amazing swirly thing against his tip that makes it hard for him to breathe. "Uh, god. Feels so fucking... good." Based on technique alone, it's not the best blowjob he's ever gotten. But putting everything together, Puck's willingness to even try this for him, and his tongue, and his hot fucking mouth, and it's mindblowing how perfect it all is. Sam feels that familiar tickle of pleasure beginning at the base of his spine, and he whimpers, one hand clenching around the sheets as he bucks his hips involuntarily. "I'm gonna... fuck," he pants, shuddering. "God, you feel so good, I'm gonna-" A few more sucks and he'll be gone, and he scratches his fingers through Puck's hair in warning - even though Puck said he wanted to taste him, he might have changed his mouth about Sam coming in his mouth. Sam brings his other hand up and grasps his own bangs, gritting his teeth before he comes with a sharp cry, tremors zipping up and down his body.