“Good.” Sam barely recognized the low grunt of his voice it was so buried under the deep drag of his rut. Good, no one had touched him. They hadn't stooped that low but the gross offense of sending another alpha into Rumlow's space when he was obviously in heat still clawed at him. The only thing he could do to soothe that was shove them back, push with all his strength until he had his mate caged against the wall.
The kiss was brutal, a hard grip on the back of Rumlow's neck and his head used to drag his head back so he could get at his mouth. Teeth and fighting hunger. Months and moths of pent up need and he needed him. Sam had no doubt that he smelled good to Rumlow, he should, but his bond scented five times more compelling. Hot and metal-sweet with the trace of salt from his sweat and the thick, thick musk from the slick Sam wanted to bury himself in body and mouth.
He tore at Rumlow's shirt until it was off, not carrying if stitches ripped getting it off. His skin was burning hot even through Sam's shirt. The hospital scrubs went next, dragged down soft thighs with his fingers brushing slickness which brought a groan fed into Rumlow's mouth. “God, you're wet.”
They couldn't leave. Not yet. He meant to tell Rumlow that but everything short-circuited in his brain feeling that evidence. “Tell me you want this.” Because if they needed to stop it had to be right here and right now. Sam had no idea if he was going to be able to stop himself without serious damage if they kept going.
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The kiss was brutal, a hard grip on the back of Rumlow's neck and his head used to drag his head back so he could get at his mouth. Teeth and fighting hunger. Months and moths of pent up need and he needed him. Sam had no doubt that he smelled good to Rumlow, he should, but his bond scented five times more compelling. Hot and metal-sweet with the trace of salt from his sweat and the thick, thick musk from the slick Sam wanted to bury himself in body and mouth.
He tore at Rumlow's shirt until it was off, not carrying if stitches ripped getting it off. His skin was burning hot even through Sam's shirt. The hospital scrubs went next, dragged down soft thighs with his fingers brushing slickness which brought a groan fed into Rumlow's mouth. “God, you're wet.”
They couldn't leave. Not yet. He meant to tell Rumlow that but everything short-circuited in his brain feeling that evidence. “Tell me you want this.” Because if they needed to stop it had to be right here and right now. Sam had no idea if he was going to be able to stop himself without serious damage if they kept going.