Oliver's legs felt like jelly, his body disconnected from itself, but somehow he managed to smoothly sink down to his knees in front of Sam. He touched the top button of Sam's pants, toying with it but not undoing it, and looked up at him through his lashes. "Am I allowed now, or is this staying a secret garden?"
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Date: 2019-02-06 01:40 am (UTC)