Rumlow had never been this close to someone before. He couldn't entirely remember mating, though he knew that he had when he was much younger and unable to predict his heats. However, unlike in the truck where he had been unable to breath under the weight of the bond trickling in, heat made certain that he couldn't resist much. That he wanted. If anything, the continued harsh press of teeth allowed him to breath a deeper breath than usual, to fill his lungs as he became aware of Wilson on a level he had never expected or experienced before. A person he could trust, warm, and witty, protective and skilled, welcoming but unwilling to put up with his shit.

Slowly, he reached back with a hand to set it to the back of Wilson's head, fingers trembling slightly with the continued rock and waves of pleasure that left him reeling and cast out like they were at sea. He braced on his one forearm, probably only maintaining his position because there was the warm brace of arms around his middle holding him from just slipping off the bed even if it could never break the knot and tie of their bodies.

He shuddered when those pressure on his neck lifted, the warm slide of blood on his flesh not something that he paid attention to. It was expected in a bonding process, and his fingers just half touched, half clung to the back of Wilson's head as he worked on just breathing and rubbing his back into Sam's chest as his eyes half-closed with the nuzzling. He rolled his hips just to feel to tug of the knot, the inescapable fact that the pair of them were so in trouble and he doubted either of them cared one bit about it.

"...Wilson, you gonna make it?"