The sense of a bond was extraordinarily soothing, calming even the most brutal instincts to assault and conquer his mate. If the asset had any memory, any concept of the passing of time beyond the moment and the mission, he would have regretted not doing this from the first knotting, marking his claim utterly on his own omega. But Hydra had wanted to avoid it as much as Rumlow had; they wanted their soldier's brutality, wanted him murderous and cold, not protective and possessing, cradling Rumlow underneath him as the pleasure drew out until he felt sunk into a state of soporific contentment. He cupped the man's jaw and lifted his face up to kiss him lazily as the muscles of his back twitched in pleasurable greed at the stroking and petting.

His knot was slowly beginning to subside, though he stayed buried deep inside of him, kissing along his jaw and throat and rocking his hips subtly through the wet grip of his hole. Awareness of a world outside of his mate was returning as the asset began to listen to the shifting sounds the rubble was making. Before he might have been so caught up in their mating that he would have fucked and knotted his omega until the wreckage collapsed around them, but now his protectiveness was stronger. Rumlow was his.

He murmured some filthy endearment in Russian, not paying any attention to what language he was speaking as he pulled his cock out of Rumlow's hole and dragged the man upright. "Time to leave."