Years, lives, countless nights of this. God, they couldn’t lose this. Sam felt so present in the world, so connected to his emotions, so connected to Oliver, that he couldn’t imagine ever changing his mind about this. This was a love that could cross dimensions. It had to be. There was no other option. Not when Oliver moved against Sam’s hand like it was the most natural thing in the world. Sam picked up the pace, biting reasonably gently at Oliver’s chin, because Oliver wasn’t the only biter here!