He hissed and tightened his legs at the drag and push of the knot inside of him, causing his muscles to clamp harder in response. He issued a low sigh-like sound at the way Sam's hand settled on his abdomen, the sort of maternal sound used to comfort children, a sound he had never made in his life before. He was not a maternal sort, but right now, he'd be whatever the hell he wanted and damn the consequences. Neither of them needed or wanted such a problem in their lives, but he ignored that completely.

"What else is there? It's what I do," he reminded, even in heat unwilling that things were better for the long-term. The bond warmed him in the same way his body was warm and comfortable, but nothing good lasted. It was the way of the world; he'd just enjoy it now until it was gone.

He groaned and parted his knees to Sam's hand, rolling his hips towards the contact even if he was only half-hard thanks to being in heat. He still moved in the limited space he could, stimulating the drag and press of the knot and his muscles rhythmically clenched around it and was reduced to making all manner of sounds that had no words. It was a struggle to form the sentence, "let's just get out of here."