Sam's eyes slipped closed at the contact and he crawled closer, rolling with the sort of welcoming threaded back through towards him. His hand skirted over Rumlow's side, knowing just how to fit now and where resting felt most comfortable.

He eased back as Rumlow stretched, following the lines of their body. Instinct said Rumlow needed as much food as he wanted. Sam? Nah,no as unfailingly generous when his stomach was gnawing.

"You better," he huffed, scratching light over that patch of skin he'd been palming a second ago. Now he recognized this as what Steve mentioned a few times once they found BUcky again. Rogers had shrugged his shoulders and simply explained he just felt content, though that was after the two weeks he disappeared with his mate and they obviously spent that time 'catching up'.

"...actually," Sam considered that for a moment. Likelihood the heat room shower was bugged? Significantly lower. "Yeah."