Ronan misses the heat of Kylo's mouth the moment it leaves him, a whimper of complaint escaping him as Kylo's lips set to teasing his tip.

But before he can protest further, the mattress interrupts with the creak of shifting weight and his legs are suddenly lifted into the air. Now that Kylo's hauled him up, Ronan rescinds that complaint. Anticipating Kylo's next act, his cock pulses with excitement. The heat of arousal climbs all the way up his spine.

"No," he purrs in answer, meeting Kylo's eyes. "I think I could use a little something to get me going."