Kylo's head turns slightly with the movement of Ronan's fingers, leaning appreciatively into his touch— but he isn't about to put an end to his indulgence now that Ronan's awake enough to experience his pleasure. What kind of message would that send, after all? No. Kylo wants to welcome Ronan back to his body. He likes the idea of being able to draw him back into reality, providing him with a tidal pull just as compelling as any dream.

"Mm, morning," he murmurs low against him, speech becoming more like lazy punctuation between a series of slow, possessive kisses to his shaft than the typical alternative. "How did you sleep?"

He doesn't wait for an answer as he begins to work his way down, tongue flitting lightly over the soft skin of his sac before twisting its way back up. He may not be ready to attempt anything like the smooth, skillful conquest of the length of him the way Ronan's often demonstrated, but he's certainly not ready to stop.