Somebody, somewhere, once said that love was a battlefield; the little marks were in the days after, were symbols of pride! In the days after, it wasn't quite horniness that he felt when he saw the markings she left on him, but a certain sense of contentment; satisfaction.  Echoes of her delightfully musical moaning, kicking around in his head.<br/><br/>His breathing, his heart rate increased as he felt a mixture of coolness and warmth. He murmured quietly, a sort of inaudible noise of approval; and then she let out that throaty, seemingly uncontrolled moan, and he can't stop himself from giggling a bit. "They'll hear you." He teased her, even as he did everything in his repertoire to prolong the noise.<br/><br/>His hot breath on her neck was almost ragged in his own delight, hard and uneven, as she nipped and used her nails to great effect. She could feel her shifting, wrapping around him, and it just drove him in; faster and harder. His own orgasm might be right around the corner, but he was intent on getting her to spasm first. His hands even moved from her breasts, to give her a bit more support by groping and kneading at her ass. "I wonder if we'll get to hear them." He panted out between breaths.<br/><br/>A humming hmm sounded in his throat; the sound of thoughts as hard as his pounding. 'Theater students', as he was often prone to saying, 'played hard, loved hard, and loved freely.' At least with his troupe, there was fact to that statement. Most of them were friends, casual lovers and changing partners... romantic scenes on the stage, often getting rave reviews, usually boiled over into some hot action once the curtains closed... though Puck's been ever loyal to her, much to the woe and lamentations of his kinky friends.<br/><br/>He was probably thinking of all the naughty things that he could do to help entice the other couple--whom he saw as a little more subdued, compared to these two firecrackers--into exploring the wild world of group sex that he's dipped his toes, and other parts besides, into in the past. "Mmm, mmm, fuuuck~" he inhaled sharply, usually not prone to outright swearing, except in the heat of the moment; and there was plenty of heat between the two, as the sheen of sweat on his body could attest to. "You know how long I've been waiting for this." A statement, not a question. She had to have been just as eager to 'uncork' as he called it, as he was. But if she had words, she'd find them cut off as he would be moving to lock lips, and practically deep throat her with his tongue.