Sam burrowed deeper into tuck at the back of his mate's neck with that touch over his scalp and hair. He issued soft sounds vibrating through his chest more than voiced but all welcoming it. Hungry for any additional space of contact though it felt like there wasn't any closer they could get. He tightened his arms around Rumlow's middle and scooted back, sweaty skin streaking against the metal bed and what bit of fabric hadn't been pushed off while they fucked. The result of that careful repositioning with heavy mind towards the swell of his knot keeping them tied had them out of danger from falling off the bed and on their sides. Rumlow was tight against his chest, their legs tangled and dangling onto the cool floor.
Was he going to make it? Sure. What was this on top of everything else he'd been through. And some part of him was still open and hopeful, feeling Rumlow's acceptance of the bond in the current moment, feeling him a riot of loyalty, determination, fearlessness, discipline.
Loss.
Old wounds, scars healed up hard.
Sam outright moans at the roll of Rumlow's hips, unable to stop the answering buck of his hips into snug warmth moving against him. His cock pulsed, offering up a small spurt of come as he humped shallowly.
"God- don't," Groaned.
"Don't do that. Swear, I won't ever stop."
The demand of his rut certainly wanted to keep going.
Sam swallowed thickly and took another breath to even out, settling back thick inside with a little less movement. "But yeah, I'll make it just fine. You?" Honest concern filtered through the bond as Sam scented along the back of Rumlow's neck.
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Was he going to make it? Sure. What was this on top of everything else he'd been through. And some part of him was still open and hopeful, feeling Rumlow's acceptance of the bond in the current moment, feeling him a riot of loyalty, determination, fearlessness, discipline.
Loss.
Old wounds, scars healed up hard.
Sam outright moans at the roll of Rumlow's hips, unable to stop the answering buck of his hips into snug warmth moving against him. His cock pulsed, offering up a small spurt of come as he humped shallowly.
"God- don't," Groaned.
"Don't do that. Swear, I won't ever stop."
The demand of his rut certainly wanted to keep going.
Sam swallowed thickly and took another breath to even out, settling back thick inside with a little less movement. "But yeah, I'll make it just fine. You?" Honest concern filtered through the bond as Sam scented along the back of Rumlow's neck.