[ Kylo won't let Ronan slump to the floor like something he's discarded. He doesn't want to let go of him at all. But he won't risk causing him actual distress, either, and he can feel Ronan's discomfort sliding into something more dangerous. He pulls out and staggers back just far enough to give him room to breathe, not yet releasing his hold on his hands, though his grip on Ronan's jaw loosens into a touch indistinguishable from a soft caress. His thumb swipes over the wet track of a tear, his dark, hazy eyes watching Ronan's face.
He's made his point. Ronan's made his. But he's not finished with him. His voice is a low murmur, thick with satisfaction. ]
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But he won't risk causing him actual distress, either, and he can feel Ronan's discomfort sliding into something more dangerous. He pulls out and staggers back just far enough to give him room to breathe, not yet releasing his hold on his hands, though his grip on Ronan's jaw loosens into a touch indistinguishable from a soft caress. His thumb swipes over the wet track of a tear, his dark, hazy eyes watching Ronan's face.
He's made his point. Ronan's made his. But he's not finished with him. His voice is a low murmur, thick with satisfaction. ]
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