Oliver loved Sam's hands. He also loved his arms and his legs, his chin and cheek, and right now, most of all, his mouth. The kiss was deep but unhurried, the kind of making out he and Sam might have done in this room had they somehow met as teenagers. Oliver loved this too; they rarely took the time to just linger on kissing. They'd rushed into everything in their relationship right from the start, and had just never stopped.