There was a brief moment where Chris had tried to turn or back away from that abrupt advance, but strong, heavy hands held him steady while his breathing found a rhythm to allow for the alternative use of his mouth. He closed his eyes, trying to concentrate on what Blonsky's own technique had been not so long ago, but pinned as he was there wasn't much he could do but take whatever he was given.

He tried to swallow, but it only caused him to choke before he could force himself to relax once more. Hands reaching for Blonsky's hips in an attempt to slow their relentless assault, his mouth remained slack and open, to be taken and used at the other's discretion. When he chanced to swallow again it drove the soldier's cock deeper still, against the back of his throat, pulling a sound from the younger man that was equal parts reluctant and wanton while one hand clumsily sought to relieve his own neglected arousal.