Too much. Too much all at once after nothing and Rumlow hadn't even had the same resources or freedom to try and stave off the effects of being separated for so long. Sam felt his panic well as he turned to him and his fingers reached down, threading with Rumlow's like it was the most natural thing in the world and held tight.

That wasn't really reducing contact but he found that he was moving automatically, instinct guiding him in what he should do. He wanted to kiss him- feed at his mouth with the brutal intensity ripping at them both but he had the good sense to know that if he started he wouldn't be able to stop. Again, Steve's presence was a godsend and a torment. He wasn't going to get on and start rutting with someone else watching.

But that desperate keen, Rumlow's wide searching eyes made him want and need to do something. God, it was too strong. They shouldn't be like this with HYDRA making Rumlow some sort of engineered omega. Something should be wrong.

He set his face into his omega's neck without thing, nuzzling close to tilt it back. At the same time he took the mass of their bond and dragged it back in his head, shifted the tide so it was flowing towards him more than anything else. Sam grunted at the intensity, a shudder running down his spine but he breathed in Rumlow's scent and found strength in that. “Right here. I'm right here. I've got it. Easy.”

Teeth nipped but didn't bite. They ached too, though. God, did he ever want to mark him.