Oliver's muscles twitched slightly where Sam touched him, every little part of him tensed and waiting for his attention. He loved this, needed it forever. He'd fight to keep it if he had to, the nameless entity that'd brought them here or the people in Scott's past—Jean, Emma, even Xavier—who could lay claim to him too. He couldn't imagine going on without it, and perhaps that was the intent.

He broke the kiss, but dotted smaller ones on Sam's face—his cheek, his temple, his jaw—as he asked, "Just how loud is this bed?"