"You can do better than that," Frank assured, but it was gentle. He slid his hand up and covered Ronan's eyes, giving him this moment of privacy or discretion. Even so, he was already sinking in. Ronan's body was forgiving and sweet, parting for him, taking him in.

He groaned, low and deep, as he filled him up.

"Oh, fuck," he sighed. He didn't go slow, per se. It was steady. His other hand pawed at Ronan's ass, holding him open as he pulled back to the tip, a tease again. "Oh, sweet boy. C'mon, Ronan. Say it again, c'mon."