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"You... want me to be quiet?" Puck asked, a blush halfway between embarrassment and intrigue rising up on his cheeks.

"No," the Silencer responded firmly, pressing his hands into Puck's narrow hips. "Not tonight, anyway. But I'm gonna make damn sure you'll be quiet come morning."

For all his nerves, he found himself pressing into that touch, light eyes searching his for some sort of clarification.