[ Kylo's lips draw into a pleased curve. He knows how much effort Ronan has to put into holding himself back, which is why he's decided to free him from the temptation.
Abandoning himself for the moment he takes Ronan's hands in his and guides them. Not forwards, where Ronan might expect, but up. A little above his head. And then, pressing the back of one leather-clad hand into the palm of the other, he takes them in one of his and pins them back to the wall he has Ronan trapped against.
He takes a moment to admire the uncomfortable, straining predicament he's placed Ronan in, his free hand caressing the side of his face, the pad of his thumb dragging slowly over his lips. ]
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Abandoning himself for the moment he takes Ronan's hands in his and guides them. Not forwards, where Ronan might expect, but up. A little above his head. And then, pressing the back of one leather-clad hand into the palm of the other, he takes them in one of his and pins them back to the wall he has Ronan trapped against.
He takes a moment to admire the uncomfortable, straining predicament he's placed Ronan in, his free hand caressing the side of his face, the pad of his thumb dragging slowly over his lips. ]
Do my worst, was it.