Ronan moaned softly from behind clenched teeth as Frank's mouth continued working on him. He's so amped up, spurred on by the drink but also by just wanting the contact, wanting Frank's attention. It's all caught up in things he can't sort out in his head.

It doesn't matter at the moment.

He obliges by moving his leg up, heel against the bed as prompted.

"Fuck," he says, more gasp than word.