Those are all the words they need, aren't they? Not that Kylo needs them at all, swept up in the wild exhilaration of being the source and the recipient of all the sudden, surging joy Ronan struggles to contain. He kisses his shoulder again, hard. Chases the first with another. And when that isn't enough, he twists and abandons his tightly coiling hold just long enough to take Ronan's face in his hands.

They can't see in the dark, but it doesn't matter. His lips graze lightly over the sweetness of Ronan's sharp mouth made soft.

No, there's no doubt, here. No lies, no obligation, no performance. This is what they've tumbled into, flowing around and between them, a different kind of creation. A remaking, with a new, undeniable truth set right at the core: they are loved.

"I love loving you," Kylo murmurs, rich with reflected gratitude for everything they become together. He kisses him like he no longer knows which one of them is the gift the other didn't realise they'd been aching for.