It might have been a good thing that he rested his sweaty forehead against his right and more secure forearm, or he might have banged his head against the pathetic excuse for a bed that they were currently mating their pleasure on. His breath was hot and fast, rushing from him with a near constant set of moans as he pushed closer and closer to his peak, especially with the extra friction from Wilson's knot stretching him on each thrust.
The hot pull of the bond had his attention fixated entirely on Wilson behind him, and he found himself getting to know a man he barely knew anything about. It was warm, secure, and welcoming with the undertone of desperate vicious need. It threatened to overwhelm him separately, to loosen his very grip on himself and wash them away.
And then Sam's teeth sunk into his skin and forced the hardened, swollen gland in his neck to contract under the pressure. Bonding endorphins and hormones flooded his system immediately, ripping a sound that no human throat normally made in any other situation, a cross between a yelp and a trill.
His world shifted instantly. Aspects and parts of himself that had never seemed out of place before suddenly aligned, old fears of bonding were washed aside, and there was a sudden pleasure filled peace that he had never known even existed. A part of him that had played the part of alpha so long rebelled and had their positions been different, he probably would have bitten right back. Instead, he let out a low moan as he experienced the sensation of being welcomed like never before, a safe place, a chance at a life that had never existed until that moment.
Rumlow came as the bond alighted through every nerve in his body, spilling himself over his mate's hand as he drove back onto Wilson's erection and clamped with a desperate unrelenting grip. His muscles and body rolled silently, begging and making every effort to make up for lost time, wasted time now that they were together for the first time.
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The hot pull of the bond had his attention fixated entirely on Wilson behind him, and he found himself getting to know a man he barely knew anything about. It was warm, secure, and welcoming with the undertone of desperate vicious need. It threatened to overwhelm him separately, to loosen his very grip on himself and wash them away.
And then Sam's teeth sunk into his skin and forced the hardened, swollen gland in his neck to contract under the pressure. Bonding endorphins and hormones flooded his system immediately, ripping a sound that no human throat normally made in any other situation, a cross between a yelp and a trill.
His world shifted instantly. Aspects and parts of himself that had never seemed out of place before suddenly aligned, old fears of bonding were washed aside, and there was a sudden pleasure filled peace that he had never known even existed. A part of him that had played the part of alpha so long rebelled and had their positions been different, he probably would have bitten right back. Instead, he let out a low moan as he experienced the sensation of being welcomed like never before, a safe place, a chance at a life that had never existed until that moment.
Rumlow came as the bond alighted through every nerve in his body, spilling himself over his mate's hand as he drove back onto Wilson's erection and clamped with a desperate unrelenting grip. His muscles and body rolled silently, begging and making every effort to make up for lost time, wasted time now that they were together for the first time.