return

Oliver was still kissing Sam when he came again a short while later. It was less intense and sharp this time, more like a warm wave washing over him, coaxing out his orgasm. This was pleasure he could linger in, press his hands flat against Sam's chest and gasp and murmur to him: oh and look what you and fuck yes and God, I love you, I love you. And when it finally ended, he trusted that Sam would be there to hold him.