[ Kylo's expression shifts sharp with that reaction, with the building desire he can feel radiating out from Ronan's body, his mind... And he finds he wants more. More hissed breaths. He wants Ronan's body arching. Trembling. ]
Why did you take my things, Ronan?
[ He murmurs the question, his eyes dark with intention, fingertips skating feather-light over Ronan's chest. A low-level, tingling crawl follows their path. Nothing more, just yet. An interrogation, indeed. ]
no subject
And he finds he wants more. More hissed breaths. He wants Ronan's body arching. Trembling. ]
Why did you take my things, Ronan?
[ He murmurs the question, his eyes dark with intention, fingertips skating feather-light over Ronan's chest.
A low-level, tingling crawl follows their path. Nothing more, just yet.
An interrogation, indeed. ]
You wanted me to see you wearing them...