Sam's never done this - not in play at least. Running from an alpha, being chased. He's pleased that Bucky heeds his request, doesn't go for the clothes despite how easily he could. It's why hs doesn't fight too hard when eventually, Bucky crowds him against a wall, next to the front door. Sam nips at his lips, then turns around in his grasp. Pushes his pants down, just enough to give access.

"Slow," he warns. He's sensitive, he's exhausted. He doesn't want to be pounded to tears now. "But... hard. Deep." He did ask to have his thoughts fucked away after all.