That soft sound infused Sam with such a rolling surge of lust all at once he couldn't help the possessive growl that slipped from his throat. His teeth set in light into the spot he kept nuzzling, marking it up with the burr of his facial hair and then more with the slow downward clamp as he closed his jaw around flesh and the bit of spine underneath.

“I can show you,” Sam replied once he broke away, licking over the new red imprint in Rumlow's skin with satisfaction. The clench and press of his body around him kept him in thick of his rut, a haze of pleasure only amplified by their new whole bond. He'd probably promise the moon if Rumlow asked for it, swear to almost anything he asked, breed him until his primed body truly got with child. “Stay, just stay near me. Trust me and I'll show you.”

He stroked Rumlow, memorizing the feel of his cock in his hand while his mate shifted, writhing with those minute shifts while issuing more sounds that kept him hungry, kept him wanting. Honestly, it wasn't the best plan if he wanted the swell of his knot to go down sooner rather than later but he couldn't help it. He needed to touch. Make his mate feel good. Take care of his heat.

“Can you trust me?”