Oliver was dying with anticipating of what was to come, but waited patiently. He kept his hands to himself, and finally, felt Sam's tip. Then the slow ease inside. The pain was immediately, the stretching and not wanting to give in Oliver wasn't something that went away. He always thought of the pain as pleasure, making it better, and knowing it'd ease, especially when Sam created a rhythm. Despite himself, he let out a moan that was a mixture of pain and pleasure.