Sam tugs him closer, and he's never really tasted himself [unless he counts going down on Quinn on one of the few times they've had unprotected sex when they've both been 100% clean and she's been sure], but Sam kisses him anyway; he moans softly into Sam's mouth. "Love you, too, dude," he whispers against Sam's lips, kissing him again. It's easier to say when Sam says it, when they've just shared something like this and the moment makes it - okay.
"Yeah - yeah," he murmurs, closing his eyes and shifting atop the bed; it's an awkward thing to do and the one thing that keeps him going, that makes him trust, is being the one to do this to Sam so many times. He can see how good it makes Sam feel, and how it makes him shiver, gasp, arch his back and moan Puck's name, coming in an almost endless deluge before dropping boneless [no pun intended] to the bed for far longer than he does if Puck simply wraps a hand around his cock and strokes him. "Just be gentle, okay? That's, like... new." He has no doubts that Sam will take care of him, soft and gentle and - loving - and he kisses Sam even harder, spreading his thighs. "Just... don't stop kissing me."
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"Yeah - yeah," he murmurs, closing his eyes and shifting atop the bed; it's an awkward thing to do and the one thing that keeps him going, that makes him trust, is being the one to do this to Sam so many times. He can see how good it makes Sam feel, and how it makes him shiver, gasp, arch his back and moan Puck's name, coming in an almost endless deluge before dropping boneless [no pun intended] to the bed for far longer than he does if Puck simply wraps a hand around his cock and strokes him. "Just be gentle, okay? That's, like... new." He has no doubts that Sam will take care of him, soft and gentle and - loving - and he kisses Sam even harder, spreading his thighs. "Just... don't stop kissing me."