The grip, the closeness, was all a glorious sort of thing. Frank leaned over Ronan a bit, finally moved up the last little bit and kissed him. That was a hungry thing, leaning in and taking what he wanted from Ronan.

He sank his finger in faster, more steadily, as Ronan sank back against his hand.

"There it is," he sighed against Ronan's mouth. He was unbelievably hard just now, but he'd keep it together. He didn't want to hurt Ronan, just to make him feel good, to take him apart a little bit. He pulled back a little teased with a second slick finger, giving him the same slow, easing treatment this time too. "Good boy."