“No, you won't.” Even five feet felt like it would be too much. The best place for Rumlow to be in the state he was currently in was against him, under him with as much skin touching as physically possible and the bond singing through them to assauge all those days it'd been strained and stretched thin while refusing to break. Sam mouthed at his mate's neck while he felt him harden up completely, shut his eyes and lost himself in the thick musk of sex hanging around them. When Rumlow tipped his neck during his writhing he had no choice to follow along with, Sam opened them again.

The mark he left still bled where it wasn't scabbed over completely but it was deep and he could already tell it was going to be one of those bold scarrings that some omegas wore that would be left behind.

Nothing really could be done to take that back.

Sam tightened his grip and sped the pace of his fist, driving to push his mate into another release. ...unless you covet it yourself. He wasn't bothered by the maybe either because the honesty of that could be felt. 'No' would have slammed the door shut, 'yes' would have been a placating lie as much as it would have been nice to hear. He hitched tighter against Rumlow's body and leaned to lap at blood and skin, sweat and scabbing which was his. His and made himself Rumlow's just as much.

Maybe, he could work with.

He pressed down just under the plush head of Rumlow's cock, bucking with the swell of his knot still keeping Rumlow stretched and full. “ I can live with 'maybe'. C'mon, one more. One more like this.”