Ronan flicks his gaze up to Frank just to watch his face for a second as he moves his hand along the man's cock. Ronan's usual sneer has shifted into a smirk now, his eyes gone from hard to hungry. Not many people see him like this, especially not here in hell. Why Frank? He's not sure he wants to think about that.

Frank's hand on his head, combined with the encouragement, finally cause him to use more than his hand. He dips his head and lets his tongue run over the head of Frank's cock, not in a particular hurry, swirling in a circle. He takes a breath, mostly to give that second's worth of pause, then actually goes down — not that far at first.