Ronan, for his part, did feel hungry for it, rushed and sudden as all of this was. He hadn't exactly meant to solicit Frank in the bar, but now here they were and he'd already de facto agreed to...whatever. Ronan was never one to back down from much of anything, and whether he realised this was some weird kind of roofie thing or not didn't matter anymore.

He didn't need to be told, encouraged. He let long fingers trace the shape of Frank's erection through his jeans, then let those fingers pull the zipper down slowly, looking up at Frank as he did so.

Ronan wasn't very good at waiting, at drawing things out. He didn't have the practise he'd need to at that, so he didn't really fuck around about it. He brought his other hand up to make it easier, shoving Frank's jeans and underwear out of the way enough to pull his cock out. He takes a minute just to feel him with his hands, though, almost curiously but not exactly tentatively.