He lets out a soft, breathless chuckle as he presses his forehead to Yev’s, fingers circling around his open entrance teasingly. “Well, yeah, you should,” he jokes; “you’re fucking nasty,” he says as he laughs.
Puck really enjoys this little moments. Before Yevgeny, it was the part he dreaded the most; he never found a good way of telling people to not expect more than a few hook ups with him, but with his friend this had never been an issue. All Yev wanted from him was his friendship -and, eventually, his cock-, but nothing major that involved real feelings. It was simple, and nice, and easy, and for that, Puck was grateful. His lips locked with the younger’s again as he hugged him close, then pecked his cheek as he finally let go to take a proper shower, giving Yevgeny’s ass a little slap. “You’re coming home with me tonight?” he asked as he grabbed the soap and begun washing his chest.
With a roll of his eyes and a light shove, Yevgeny chuckled as he returns the kiss with a soft hum. The warm water feels great against his skin and there’s a comfortable silence between them before he hears the other speak. He pumps some soap onto his palm before he starts to scrub himself, turning to face Puck. “If you want me to.” the younger of the two says with a light shrug of his shoulders.
Yevgeny’s learnt to suppress his feelings for the older male, agreeing that this was going to be a friends-with-benefits kind of relationship. Friends. That’s all they were. “Do you have anything goin’ on after this?” He asks, washing the soap off his body.