He was more than allowed to do it; Sam wanted Oliver to do this. He wanted this all the time, and when Oliver wasn’t touching Sam, Sam was thinking about it. He slid his hands under Oliver’s shirt, tightly holding his sides, as tightly as Oliver was squeezing his shoulders. They were real, this was real; Sam could feel it.
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Date: 2019-06-30 03:11 am (UTC)He was more than allowed to do it; Sam wanted Oliver to do this. He wanted this all the time, and when Oliver wasn’t touching Sam, Sam was thinking about it. He slid his hands under Oliver’s shirt, tightly holding his sides, as tightly as Oliver was squeezing his shoulders. They were real, this was real; Sam could feel it.