Part of Sam wondered if he'd done that on purpose- the pinkness rising on his skin only set out to compliment that well-fucked look slicked up by the shower's spray. Sam looked with something more deeply set than just lust pulling in him. He wasn't going to just subscribe to lust because he wasn't quite sure if his dick would survive another round so soon after some three days nonstop.

He forced himself to move, grunting shortly in his throat at the hot sting of the water on his skin. It was adjusted automatically, just a hair down so it wasn't scalding. "That's 'just fine' for you?" Incredulity laced his voice.

Sam crowded close, his hands finding placement against Rumlow's sides while his head tucked down with their temples pressing together. "Do you just take your coffee on fire or something?"