A high whine escaped him as he was shoved back, that much movement jostling the tight link of his over-sensitive knot enough that Rumlow had no trouble at all spilling him onto the cold floor and sitting astride. Sam's hands scrabbled at his hips and he keened again, teeth baring but too overwhelmed to form words immediately to the low, possessive hiss washing over him through the bond and dripping down from Rumlow's bleeding mouth.
He licked his own, eyes narrowing as his chest heaved for air and the overload of sensation eased up. Sam held Rumlow there with his hands on his hips, fingernails digging into his soft flesh in response to the flickers of pleasure he kept getting from the bite.
“You should see yourself.” Wrecked didn't look too bad on the guy. Sam arched, urging his knot that tiny bit deeper. “Goes both ways. You're mine to. No one touches you. No one fucks with you on my watch.”
Which might have been said for anyone listening in more than Rumlow's benefit. The scent of the other alpha was all but gone until the combined intensity of theirs and their mating but Sam couldn't forget it. He meant every word though they were spoken with the fullness of rut on him. Not SHIELD, not HYDRA.
He slid his hands up, finding Rumlow's nipples and pressing against them, pinching one with taut fascination because this was his to touch and protect.
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He licked his own, eyes narrowing as his chest heaved for air and the overload of sensation eased up. Sam held Rumlow there with his hands on his hips, fingernails digging into his soft flesh in response to the flickers of pleasure he kept getting from the bite.
“You should see yourself.” Wrecked didn't look too bad on the guy. Sam arched, urging his knot that tiny bit deeper. “Goes both ways. You're mine to. No one touches you. No one fucks with you on my watch.”
Which might have been said for anyone listening in more than Rumlow's benefit. The scent of the other alpha was all but gone until the combined intensity of theirs and their mating but Sam couldn't forget it. He meant every word though they were spoken with the fullness of rut on him. Not SHIELD, not HYDRA.
He slid his hands up, finding Rumlow's nipples and pressing against them, pinching one with taut fascination because this was his to touch and protect.