Ronan resisted at first, enjoying the feel of Frank's cock in his mouth. But there wasn't too much room to argue with Frank's insistence and that tone in his voice, so Ronan relented, leaning back a little at first. He supported himself on his wrist for a minute, bracelets sliding down to rest against his hand. He looked up at Frank, open mouthed, pupils blown, obvious even in the dim light of the room.

He tilted his head the other way. His mouth opened a little further, like he was going to talk back. In the end, he didn't do it, shutting his mouth too quick like he was afraid if he didn't then he'd say something he regretted.

He dropped his hand away from Frank finally and leaned back again, supporting arm letting him slide down until he was on his elbows. Then those moved too and he was laying back against the bed, hurried breathing obvious with the rise and fall of his chest.