Another vocal breath escapes past Ronan's lips and a purr of approval rumbles in his throat. Wherever he is in the haze of slumber, Kylo's tongue is reaching him. Ronan's body moves of its own accord to seek more of that warmth, a slither moving down his spine and sending his hips rocking forward. His muscles are heavy with sleep, so the movement is a subtle one, but Kylo won't miss it when Ronan's cock is pushing insistently against his lips, greedy for more than this teasing.

He can be this way - so thoroughly relaxed and restful - because he's completely entrusted himself to Kylo. His touch is a comfort like nothing else. Every slide of his tongue and brush of his lips soothes Ronan further. He's at his most content here, with his lover and protector doting on him, cherishing him.