Sometimes, Kylo thinks, Ronan needs to feel like this. It's a difficult blend of thoughts and feelings for Kylo to process or put a name on, but Ronan almost feels at his most freed when fully at Kylo's mercy, when he can feel how helpless he is. There's a paradoxical safety for him in giving over control, and Kylo loves brushing up against it— there's nothing quite like being so completely trusted, knowing not a single part of Ronan's being is held back. Ronan surrenders entirely.

Kylo's tongue laps softly, deceptively gentle as he teases his way to Ronan's entrance, his own arousal building with the anticipation, the reflected feedback of Ronan's hunger to be taken melting into his desire to own every inch of him, to lay fresh claim everything. Ronan belongs here, with him, and he'll prove it. Again.

He circles, holding Ronan firm, and slowly, slowly eases inside.