Chris groaned in response, both hands reaching for Blonsky's back and clawing at the sensitive skin along the soldier's spine as he tried desperately to pull him closer, hips grinding up in an involuntary stutter against the heat of Blonsky's erection through the threadbare material between them. Nowhere near enough to satisfy, it left him wanting; wanting to be touched the way he'd been kissed, leaving no room for argument. The intensity of that desire sent a shiver through him, tension having once again found its way into every line of his body.

"No," he managed at long last, the admission revealing far more than its words alone, "I haven't."