Rumlow relented on Wilson's tag, releasing them to dangle and jingle lightly together as the other man shifted down his body. He groaned and shook water from his face, not that it mattered as more just continued to fall and half-blind him. Even he recognized this as a vulnerable position to be in. Did he care? Nope, not one bit.

He spread his legs around the width of Sam's shoulders, lazily setting his ankles against Wilson's sides as he groaned loud and wanton with the new exposure that wasn't the rough fabric of his trousers. He arched his back, pressing himself towards that hot talented tongue even as he snapped a hand down but found little to no hair to actually grip. What a shame.

He lifted his head and peered down at Wilson in the same way that Sam was peering at him, but he offered a cocky smirk and blew a teasing kiss down the length of his body. "I think... you're a team keeper."