Okay, that was acceptable. Oliver gave him a muffled groan in approval as he returned the kiss. He was feeling every bit as hungry for Sam, and how did that work? How was it he could get bored with a hundred things a day, but not once with Sam? No kiss, no touch, was even close to being old, even knowing he'd more or less committed to years—lives!—of sleeping with just this one person. In fact, the thought alone made him thrust into Sam's hand a little. Well, maybe not alone. The overwhelming Samness of the moment helped a lot.