The threading strings of their bond, strong but solidified, not unified strung together into one solid line as his bite took and all Sam could manage to think in the thrumming onslaught of open stretching pleasure was why hadn't they done this sooner? In the midst of Rumlow's heat and his answering rut it felt like a damn mistake waiting on this so long. That clawing open spot that'd been a nagging bother while they were mating up until this point rushed in full and stayed that way giving him the unique sensation of home.

Rumlow's low moan was echoed and he felt the tension suddenly build and release as his mate came. Through it Sam continued to hold onto him, move in him while his knot swelled to follow in suit. He all but whined as Rumlow's body clamped around him and the swell at the base, pushing forward into one last one of Rumlow's matching undulations before he was set deep in him and tied, coming with harsh groans spilling out between the merciless sink of his teeth. This is mine. No one was going to be able to deny that with how deep the mark he was going to leave would go. He tasted omega and Rumlow and traces of blood from broken worried skin but it was exactly how it should be.

Sam kept rocking even after the first aching pulses through his cock ebbed into something shorter and Rumlow was filled again. He reached around, hitching the other man closer to him to keep him from falling and between to stroke Rumlow's cock through the last bit of his while finally releasing the near-brutal hold in his neck and licking over the wound. There his own nature and not harsh instinct filtered back in. He lapped and laved, pausing to pant and to nuzzle against the back of Rumlow's sweat-damp hair.

Sam held him tight both in the bond and in the flesh, shuddering at the open floor between them and the parts of Rumlow he'd never been able to feel. It felt nearly as intense as it'd been in the truck but on the complete opposite end of the spectrum because this -

This felt right.