Sleep's dominion over Ronan has been tenuous lately. Afraid to sink too deep into it, part of him clings to the waking world even once he finally gets into bed and shuts his eyes. He hasn't been dreaming, and he knows what that will eventually do to him, but what he wants most right now is to remain grounded in the physical. Kylo's weight, heavy on his chest every night, serves well to keep him on this plane. This is something to hold on to.

The kiss on his shoulder is enough to nudge him in the direction of waking. If that had been all, he might have slipped back under. But then the safety of Kylo's familiar weight leaves him. Or rather, it travels, creeping down his body. First settling on his belly, then sinking lower.

By the time Kylo's spreading his legs, Ronan's aware enough to recognize the manipulation. The information relaxes him, though, enough to send him nodding off again. As long as Kylo's not leaving, there's nothing to worry about. He's always free to enjoy Ronan's body. It belongs to him. And since Ronan usually gets hard as a rock in the morning, it's not impossible to guess what's drawn Kylo's attention.