The begging was simple but lovely. Frank groaned a little bit, brought his hand up to paw at Ronan's ass. With a bit more spit, a bit more work, he felt good enough about easing one spit-slick finger into Ronan too. He'd get lube in a moment, but right now he wanted to tease him, give him a bit more to work with.

As he eased his finger in, worked him open slowly, he pulled his mouth away and gazed up Ronan's languid, taut body. Youth looked good on him, all gangly limbs and growing muscles, sharp edges that childhood had left behind and metabolism hadn't softened back out again.

"You're doing so good," Frank murmured, pressing a kiss against the crest of one hip, and then the other. "Get the lube for me. I'll open you up, sweet boy."