When Sam grabbed him, Oliver tended to melt, and even with the tension and fear thick in the room, this time was no exception. His fist tightened around the handful of Sam's shirt he was holding on to like a lifeline, pulling hard. This kiss went deep immediately, messy and needy—which was appropriate, because messy and needy pretty much summed up Oliver at this moment. He didn't want it to end.
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Date: 2019-04-10 11:21 pm (UTC)