Wow, so this is how you could get Oliver to do something. Sam filed that information away; he also kissed Oliver's neck down his shoulder, and bit -- fairly hard -- in the hollow there, soothing over it with his tongue to ease the sting. Oliver had tasted like coffee, and he felt soft and strong here, somehow more real now than he had ever been. Sam pushed one of his legs in between Oliver's, keeping that hand held firmly, though at the wrist now. He wondered how long he could make Oliver wait.