Ezra could deal with his knees himself. He'd done worse for less gain. Because yes, he felt like he had something to gain by blowing Ronan. Or at least it seemed that way, with how much of his attention he was devoting to it. No teasing. He'd gone straight for the intense stuff. Sucking harder on the head when he pulled back, rubbing his tongue against the underside when he went deep.

And his hand went just a little further down to fondle Ronan's balls. Because maybe he deserved a reward for coming by.