"Modest, too." Came the gruff reply, Sam sounding almost sullen at being called possessive. Not that it was one-hundred percent untrue because he couldn't imagine sharing, not with his instinct running so strong when it came to his mate, but he wasn't going to be one of those alphas getting into brawls if someone even looked at him twice.

Hopefully, people would just be smart enough to keep their hands off. Rumlow's mark would shout he was claimed well enough. It'd be safer for everyone. Sam honestly doubted Rumlow would put up with advances he didn't want.

"Already planned on it." Yeah, no. No, they couldn't do kids-- he wasn't really sure if they could ever and the thought struck him with an odd twist of disappointment. At some point of his life he'd been hoping for it, not counting on it.

Sam straightened up without pulling away and went to finishing cleaning off the rest of Rumlow's back, only hesitating for a second before going ahead and scrubbing lower. Not like he hadn't already been there in every way possible over the past few days. "You'll get hooked up, that'll be an easier sell than the suppressants."