Oliver broke the kiss but didn't pull back, murmuring against Sam's lips, "You going to torture me to death?"

His arm stayed at ease in Sam's arm, though, acquiescent, as he nuzzled in to nip lightly at Sam's ear lobe. God, he smelled nice, like soap and generally being well-scrubbed. Of course he did. Living with disgusting Oliver probably drove him to hourly showers.