“Too slow, though.” Sam threw that barb right back before they were both washed over with the sensation of joining. Rumlow's body resisted for that brief moment before he was taking him in, the vicious slickness all but dripping from it making that first plunge so easy. Welcoming. His body knew and was goddamn sure and Sam's was certainly scrambling to meet it.

The arch of his neck was like a siren's call and all he wanted to do was sink his teeth in, mark him properly like he should be. Sam only growled in response to Rumlow's hissed demand, hips canting to push himself in deeper though there was no were to go except to drive Rumlow's lower body back. He withdrew and snapped back in, burying his face in the offered crook. He couldn't bite, wouldn't and that slipped through their bond clear enough, but he cloud lick over Rumlow's scent to mingle theirs. He could suck and mark above it and he did while he built to a sharp, punishing pace, each thrust everything but only setting up the need for more.

He'd had good sex before- bruising, snapping alpha-on-alpha fucks that were as much fight as they were pleasure but this with their bond cracking and sparking inside near demolished everything else.