To say Puck is reacting well would be an understatement. He can't speak, and Sam's just going by his body to see what he wants. He wants more. He replaces his fingers with Blue, pressing it just at Puck's entrance as he kisses him. He pushes it in slowly, watching Puck's face carefully for signs of pain. He doesn't want to hurt him; he wants to make him go crazy with pleasure, because Puck gives so much to him. Sam keeps pushing, slowly, gently, until Blue is in all the way, and he kisses him, gliding his tongue over the roof of Puck's mouth. He sighs softly, moving his lips to Puck's cheek as he nudges Blue carefully, searching once again for his prostate, and he smiles when Puck's body jerks like electricity's running through him. He presses that spot again, then brings his mouth back to Puck's. "Get ready, okay?" Sam pushes himself closer against Puck's body, licking a stripe down his cheek to taste the saltiness of his dampening skin, and then flicks the vibrator on.