It's a whole feeling around him, and it was hard to not jerk his hips forward. He wanted to be messy and mean, a little bit, but only because he'd had a little bit to drink and only because Ronan looked so deliciously pliant.

But Ronan was controlling that pace, how much he wanted and how much he could take, and the slick speed of it all. Frank let him control it. He rubbed his fingers against Ronan's scalp.

"Take your cock out," he said, voice heavy and dense with the order of it. "Don't touch yourself."