That look begged him for bruises and blood. Blonsky's own eyes flaired a brighter, unnatural green and that would be the Chris's only warning before he thrust forward into his mouth, pushing past those youthful lips that needed to be stretched around his cock. The second they were, both of his hands were in Chris's hair, pinning him in place and offering very little choice in the matter.

A shallow thrust at first, to allow him to get used to it, adjust, and he eased out slowly before repeating, pointedly harder this time.

Fuck him, claim him, own him. The thought screamed in his mind. He didn't know where he ended and Abomination began. As he moved and demanded more from Chris, he decided it no longer mattered.