Without a doubt, it's harder than he's ever come before. It was almost predictable that it would be that way, because - even when Sam was deep in his throat - or his hands have been wrapped around Sam, or they've been stomach-to-stomach, drenched with lube and their own slickness, hips bumping as they thrust against each other before spurting wet between their bodies - even when these things have happened, Sam never came as hard as he did when Puck's fingers were deep inside him, sending electricity through his veins like he's never seen before.

Dimly, he realizes that Sam is pulling Blue away, discarding it to the side and stroking his side soothingly. It takes all of his strength and concentration to open his eyes, and he blinks, eyes slipping shut again as he struggles to open them. When Sam slides into bed next to him, he turns shakily; the sensations are too much for his body to handle, and he gasps softly, burying his face in the curve of Sam's neck. He might be sore in the morning, but this Just me and you. feels too good to regret, even if he can't walk or sit or whatever. "S'good," he whispers, licking his lips. "Love - you. I love you."