The sad thing was that Ronan's eyes were shut tight, brow furrowed and limbs so taut and tense that any concentration he could have used to look down at Ezra was now being used to not wrap his fingers around Ezra's head and arch into his mouth.

See how courteous he was?

He couldn't stop one hand from shooting out, tangling in his dark hair and tugging once or twice but he wasn't rough about it, didn't try to do anything besides tug.

His words had died off to quiet moans or gasps and hisses of pleasure and want.