“Oh yeah,” she nodded in response, smirk on her lips as she ghosted them above his own. “Practice makes perfect. You would know, rockstar,” she whispered before she pressed her lips to his. She had no plans on getting out of the room; not when Beth could possibly return at any moment and no other room in the house was quite as soundproof as this one. Last thing she needed was their daughter confronting them and letting her know that she had heard everything. Her hands came to rest on his cheeks as she slowly deepened the kiss, tongue finding his own soon after.
He just breathed a laugh through his nose, not having time to say anything before her lips were on his again. Lucky they were in the studio. It was really the only private place he had. The studio was his private place, and the tree house was Beth’s. It was going to be hard having an actual sexual relationship with an intuitive teenaged girl living in the house. Either they’d have to always have sex in the studio, or they’d have to just take advantage of nights when Beth went out. They were both uncontrollably loud in bed, so they couldn’t exactly do it with her right down the hall from his bedroom.
But for now, Beth was out, they were alone, and in a sound proof room. There was no doubt that something would be happening. Puck ran his hands up her small t-shirt and along her bare sides, coming to a stop just below the spot where her bra would be, but he found nothing but skin there. Smirking into the heated kiss, he continued to just run his fingers teasingly up and down her sides until they traveled further south, down her back and over the curve of her, still very shapely, ass.