Ronan doesn't mind that it's dirty and not intimate exactly. It's some room in the club, so it's a bit dirty by nature. It's weird how many places he's fucked around in Hell that are specifically not normal places like bedrooms.

The angle is intense, incredible, and Ronan groans every time Frank moves away and then in again. He doesn't fight or pull his hands away. He's still too into the serving aspect of it, the giving aspect. Frank is giving him a lot, sure, but Ronan is giving himself.

His mouth opens, wet and obscene as he obeys the order. His breath is a bit laboured, but he sucks anyway, eyes catching Frank's and holding them while he does.