That should have been a red flag considering Rumlow's vehemence the last time Sam had nearly bit him but in the thick of this moment and Sam leaning up to take his mouth – part to shut him up, part to have that. Hard force, teeth and lips and Sam's hands roaming, grabbing and stroking every sweat-slicked part he could touch while he waited and was ridden. They shouldn't because it'd make it worse but what had been worse was walking around half-whole for months.

“Never again.” Sam heard himself saying, muffled into the clashing of their mouths. “We aren't doing that again. It's you and me and it's going to be you and me.” He let Rumlow move while his knot softened and his cock firmed up all over again, occasionally reaching down to grab his mate's ass and slam up to make him moan. It was sentimental, a bleeding bit of raw emotion in the fury of instinct and body Sam was pushing it, the need to make a done fucking deal with the bite coming through despite himself.

Their bond was so strong it was terrible and amazing all at once but he wanted it, god help him.

When he felt like he was slipping out Sam lifted Rumlow while he was rocking back up and slide out completely, the air a shock against his wet cock even as he slid against but not inside Rumlow's ass. He rolled them, putting Rumlow back underneath him. He needed three seconds to get off his pants because he was burning up everywhere and they were just hindering now. “You're mine. Don't move.”