"I know," Frank said, and murmured a shushing breath against Ronan's mouth, just soft. Sh-sh-sh. He moved his fingers faster, a third one now, scissoring and stretching him. It wasn't long now, because he was getting a little impatient himself, wanting to see just how Ronan was when he was being taken apart all the way.

When he pulled his fingers out of Ronan, he smeared his slick hand across his balls and up his cock, stroking him lazily for a moment.

There were a number of ways he could have him. In the end, he decided he wanted to watch Ronan's face. So Frank slid off the side of the bed and dragged Ronan along with him, until he could fold the boy's legs up from the side of the bed. He grabbed the lube and slicked some more on him, then some on his cock, and rubbed himself against him slowly for a moment.

"Tell me what you want," he said, nudging just the head against Ronan's hole.