Riven gulped as he felt Ronan's hot tongue against his length. He had his eyes closed and he leaned comfortably into the pillows... He felt so comfortable, too comfortable.
Riven started to grind his hips against Ronan's face, he could not help it. His naughty hands were reaching for this man, this man who brought him intense pleasure.
He felt the soft silver hair of Ronan, he gripped it, he was trying to contain himself. Ronan felt the tug and a hint of pain, but he also knew that it was because of him Riven was now writhing in pleasure.
Ronan enjoyed this more than he would like to admit. His cock was hard too, but until Riven feels like he was in charge, he would not be happy. Ronan was okay with letting him be bratty.
For now, he focused on the sweet precum released by Riven, combined with his saliva, Ronan glided up and down Riven's length.
