Rumlow nodded, accepting that their self-control was about all that was holding them apart at this point. It was probably good that he wasn't in full heat yet or he didn't think either of them would stand up too well. He smirked at Sam's comment about his father, but it wasn't a topic to discuss with his bond about to leave.
"Hurry up and get out of here before you make it worse with your hovering," he commented, but Sam was already leaving. It twisted the bond inside of him to see Wilson up and leave him. He was still logical enough to know why and said nothing, reigning in the temptation to reach out. He was stronger than that.
Except when he wasn't. That weakness almost reduced him to cussing loudly.
His heat came on hard and fast, not entirely previously settled from the last time. Within eight hours, he had moved from the bed to the floor, pulling at his shirt to fan air through it as sweat beaded on his skin, drying as fast as it arrived. His legs were spread, his current hospital scrub trousers wet with slink and his breathing deep and frequent as any reasonable mental processing had been reduced to being aware of the bond and the horrible all consuming want of something hard and thick inside of him.
SHIELD let him suffer for a few hours, eyes glazed and uncomfortable. He endured well enough until their alpha agent entered, reeking of pheromones but wearing a mask to prevent any kind response to him. He groaned and arched on the floor as he was bombarded with questions about HYDRA, the Hive and where operations and personnel were stationed.
There was a lot of swearing from him in response, and he backed himself literally into a corner and ended up seizing his hair and tugging on it to concentrate on a little pain as the questions just kept coming. Worst goddamn torture ever as he was wound higher and higher into his own hormones with the presence of an alpha stinking up his room and pressing command after command on him.
Despite himself or because he was himself, he gave up very little information even when crowded in his corner. He had ended up biting his lower lip until it had bled, still tugging on his hair and hiding part of his attention into the very bond he loathed, hiding himself in Wilson and not caring how he did so.
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"Hurry up and get out of here before you make it worse with your hovering," he commented, but Sam was already leaving. It twisted the bond inside of him to see Wilson up and leave him. He was still logical enough to know why and said nothing, reigning in the temptation to reach out. He was stronger than that.
Except when he wasn't. That weakness almost reduced him to cussing loudly.
His heat came on hard and fast, not entirely previously settled from the last time. Within eight hours, he had moved from the bed to the floor, pulling at his shirt to fan air through it as sweat beaded on his skin, drying as fast as it arrived. His legs were spread, his current hospital scrub trousers wet with slink and his breathing deep and frequent as any reasonable mental processing had been reduced to being aware of the bond and the horrible all consuming want of something hard and thick inside of him.
SHIELD let him suffer for a few hours, eyes glazed and uncomfortable. He endured well enough until their alpha agent entered, reeking of pheromones but wearing a mask to prevent any kind response to him. He groaned and arched on the floor as he was bombarded with questions about HYDRA, the Hive and where operations and personnel were stationed.
There was a lot of swearing from him in response, and he backed himself literally into a corner and ended up seizing his hair and tugging on it to concentrate on a little pain as the questions just kept coming. Worst goddamn torture ever as he was wound higher and higher into his own hormones with the presence of an alpha stinking up his room and pressing command after command on him.
Despite himself or because he was himself, he gave up very little information even when crowded in his corner. He had ended up biting his lower lip until it had bled, still tugging on his hair and hiding part of his attention into the very bond he loathed, hiding himself in Wilson and not caring how he did so.