Oliver took a deep breath and released it slowly, urging himself to relax as quickly as possible. He considered telling Sam that was enough, but a) he didn't want to have to answer any well-meaning questions about why he was moving so gingerly in the morning; and b) Sam would never let him get away with so little prep. Because against all odds, Sam really loved him.

He smiled at the thought, and because of what Sam was making him feel right now. He breathed, "So good," so softly there was barely any sound at all and pushed back onto Sam's fingers.