The cursing and the new set of clawing marks on his skin was worth it for the sight and feel of Rumlow arching under him like that. His hand on his mate's neck proved to be necessary with the way his breath caught and a shudder ran down his back at the snap of teeth just before Rumlow was pushed away.

But to have him moving into their mating nearly drove him out of his mind. He couldn't kiss him hard enough, couldn't bite and worry the swollen jut of his lower lip long enough. There was a split soon enough, though he couldn't honestly tell who's lip cracked and who was bleeding. Maybe it was both of them. Sharp, iron coating their hot panting breaths and the slide of their tongues.

“What?” Sam breathed, barely any of the light tenor of his normal voice left. “Can't hold out?” He shifted the angle of his hips, letting Rumlow feel the growing presence at the bottom of his shaft.