Sam held Rumlow in place as the omega writhed on his cock and against his body, scratching him, fighting like he could barely contain the crash of sensations rolling over them in ceaseless waves. And despite himself, Sam had to admit that he looked fucking gorgeous doing it – the half-feral edge only sharpening his features, adding the edge of the alpha he'd played at being for so long.
He didn't, however, expect Rumlow to be able to come without being touched anymore than the fill of his knot. He felt the cant of his hips shift into that desperate searching of completion near and moved to meet it but Sam's eyes widened and then shut tight as a vice clamped down around him in the form of warmth and heat and wet, slick pressure. Sam bucked and toppled over the edge a moment later, his teeth finding the back of his hand instead of Rumlow's neck and Rumlow's cries vibrating strong under his palms.
He came- he doesn't know how hard he came only that it'd been ages since anything like this whited out his mind to such a point. Sam leaned his weight in against Rumlow's check, his groans so deep they felt like they were dragged up from his belly. He filled him with each searing pulse pulled from his body and it felt like bliss.
Sam didn't remember when he dropped down to his knees, still using the wall to keep them from falling over completely. He only knew that he came back to himself shuddering and stroking Rumlow's neglected cock to milk more from his body, his own weakly refusing to stop with the little rolls of his hips- utterly charmed and enamored with its mate. He was blowing air like a racehorse, face pressed to Rumlow's shoulder where a fresh bite stood out raw against Rumlow's skin.
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He didn't, however, expect Rumlow to be able to come without being touched anymore than the fill of his knot. He felt the cant of his hips shift into that desperate searching of completion near and moved to meet it but Sam's eyes widened and then shut tight as a vice clamped down around him in the form of warmth and heat and wet, slick pressure. Sam bucked and toppled over the edge a moment later, his teeth finding the back of his hand instead of Rumlow's neck and Rumlow's cries vibrating strong under his palms.
He came- he doesn't know how hard he came only that it'd been ages since anything like this whited out his mind to such a point. Sam leaned his weight in against Rumlow's check, his groans so deep they felt like they were dragged up from his belly. He filled him with each searing pulse pulled from his body and it felt like bliss.
Sam didn't remember when he dropped down to his knees, still using the wall to keep them from falling over completely. He only knew that he came back to himself shuddering and stroking Rumlow's neglected cock to milk more from his body, his own weakly refusing to stop with the little rolls of his hips- utterly charmed and enamored with its mate. He was blowing air like a racehorse, face pressed to Rumlow's shoulder where a fresh bite stood out raw against Rumlow's skin.