The rumble that sounded in Sam's chest was louder than the last. He ground into Rumlow obligingly, grunting softly in his throat at the warm ache of pleasure that garnered over those over-sensitive parts of his body. It sounded fine then, just fine, if his mate didn't want him to stop. Sam splayed his hand open on Rumlow's stomach, as if there was something already there though the back of his head more rational than rut allowed said that was the last thing they needed.

“No more surviving.”

Not with him. They could figure out how to live with this and each other. The rightness between them now provide this wasn't wrong, right? Sam's hand shifted down, searching to find what state Rumlow's cock was in, wrapping around it to play with idly since they were stuck together for the immediate future.

“We need a real bed. Gonna move us soon as we can." With the knowledge that whatever room they were put up in wouldn't be mic'd as completely as Rumlow's current observation cell.