"Who uses the term deflowering?" Sam asked, but he knew they both knew it sounded like something straight out of the Sam vocabulary book. Ugh it was annoying how much Sam loved the little touches -- the licks, the nips, the way Oliver couldn't seem to stop -- how much they made him want more. "It won't be my first time," Sam did have to admit, because it was a fair question, and even though he was an absurdly private person, this was information Oliver genuinely deserved to know, if he wanted to know. He loosened his hold on Oliver's hair, stroked a thumb over his temple. Reassuringly, maybe?