[In this moment, Ronan would do anything for him. His eyes flutter open to gaze up at Kylo, worshipful and wanting. He tilts his head back to take Kylo deeper, his jaw slack in Kylo's palm. Fresh tears roll down his cheeks, but he isn't pleading for Kylo to stop. He wants to be used up. Kylo's euphoria is Ronan's, too.
It's impossible to draw in another breath. With Kylo pounding down his throat, Ronan is silently choking on him. His body quivers with the struggle and each thrust flashes light across Ronan's vision. His tongue presses against Kylo's thick shaft, squeezing him tight, stroking with the last of his strength.
Now it's time for Kylo to give something to Ronan.]
no subject
It's impossible to draw in another breath. With Kylo pounding down his throat, Ronan is silently choking on him. His body quivers with the struggle and each thrust flashes light across Ronan's vision. His tongue presses against Kylo's thick shaft, squeezing him tight, stroking with the last of his strength.
Now it's time for Kylo to give something to Ronan.]