"You earned it." Taking his hand, taking that, letting him eat him out afterward? Sam lets him get away with murder more or less- and maybe he should worry about that. Where the lines are, if there are lines-

But after their talk at Casbah? He's going to trust that if anything seems off, Sam will say.

Scalp to nape to shoulders to spine, following the knots and tense muscles as they appear, rubbing them out with clever fingers and the odd press of his elbow when they're particularly stubborn.