Kylo's lips would be pulling into a very satisfied curve if they weren't wrapped around Ronan's considerable girth, if he wasn't busy testing his limits, feeling Ronan tremble with the need he's balancing against his desire to reward Kylo rather than punish him as he works.

It's the smart move. As much as Kylo is completely sincere in his dedication to being the cause of Ronan's pleasure, as pleased as he is with his reactions, he'd likely be a lot less enraptured by a sudden choking. He thinks. It's not like he's ever tested the theory.

He's in no rush to test it today.

The next time he draws up Ronan's length he pulls away entirely rather than sinking down a little lower, his hand taking over the smooth, gliding strokes. He kisses his tip softly, lips gentle— but there's a deliberate tease in the gesture now that wasn't there before, and it coincides with a careful resettling of his body. Like he's considering a different angle of attack.

Ronan probably doesn't need to be telepathic to read Kylo's mind— especially not once he hooks his arms under Ronan's thighs and settles them over his shoulders.

"Feeling awake yet?" he asks, low and wicked.