The fog of sleep dissipates slowly as the pillowy heat of Kylo's mouth overtakes the less tangible warmth that's enveloped Ronan. It's impossible to pinpoint the exact moment of his waking. Rather, an awareness spreads from his body to his mind, coaxing his consciousness forward until he realizes that the source of his pleasure is Kylo's tongue, massaging him to life.

The next push of his hips is more deliberate, accompanied by a drowsy moan. Ronan finds his hand and pushes it clumsily through Kylo's hair, a greeting and a grateful caress. There's no better way to wake up than in his lover's mouth.