lormenari

There you go. Sam grins, his cheeks flushing with lust as he feels Puck's muscles clench around his fingers. Puck moans, and Sam presses his fingers against that spot again, kissing Puck's slack jaw. He knows what Puck's feeling right now, and it's so fucking hot to watch him come apart from just one hand. He keeps his fingertip brushing Puck's prostate, knowing he should probably hurry up and use Blue already, but he doesn't want to move his hand from that tight heat, and he can't tear his eyes away from Puck's fucking gorgeous face all clenched up from the barrage of pleasure he's feeling. Sam kisses his neck, poking his tongue against the muscles working feverishly beneath Puck's skin. He only slows his fingers down once his hand starts cramping painfully, and he figures Puck might have a heart attack if he keeps going at this rate, so he gently slips his fingers out, planting little kisses along Puck's shivering chest. He runs his hand (not the gross one) from Puck's temple to his jaw, thumbing at the tiny beads of sweat gathering there. "You still with me?" Sam picks up Blue, slicking it down with lube. He leans down and kisses Puck sweetly, nuzzling his cheek. "You're so fucking hot, you know that? God, you should see yourself right now." Sam can feel his own dick twitching at the sight of Puck spread out and completely vulnerable before him.