Frank let Ronan take his time, and admired him hungrily on the way down. He stayed where he was, standing over him, cock out of his jeans but otherwise neatly contained. For a moment, he let Ronan stew in compliance. This was a patience thing. Ronan didn't strike Frank as a patient person, mostly because Frank had only learned patience through warfare and they were too alike that way.

When he couldn't stand it much more, he reached for the boy. Having him lay back wasn't the best for stripping him, but that was half the fun too. Tugging. Rearranging long limbs. Ronan's body was compliant, but he was still a firm, lean boy, and Frank liked the opportunity to press his hands into him, feel the warmth of skin and shiver of breath.

When he got Ronan's cock out, he was a little surprised he was uncut, but he didn't say anything about it, instead he lazily pumped his hand.