Ezra prided himself on his prowess when it came to things like this. He was good. He knew he was good. He was comfortable in that knowledge.

He was a tease, so Ronan wasn't getting his mouth quite yet. Not all of it. He was still just using the tip of his tongue. It flicked against the head of Ronan's cock, then licked over it, pressed more flat. His hand was still stroking, too. Nothing to complain about.