[ This is a desire that predates anything Kylo ever did to Ronan. He knows that, now. This is a need far older than a word sliding into suggestion. Kylo's fingers stroke ownership at the nape of his neck. He presses the hissed breath that escapes as Ronan grinds against him into a rough kiss to his jaw.
And then he releases him, stepping back just far enough to give him room to comply with his demand. ]
no subject
And then he releases him, stepping back just far enough to give him room to comply with his demand. ]
Kneel.