As far as Ronan's concerned, this clumsy affection is perfect. The irrefutable truth of Kylo's love soaks into his skin with each kiss. And to him, it doesn't feel like moonlight. This is Kylo's own fire, burning bright as the sun. Ronan didn't grant him the ability to love for the first time. He only gave Kylo a place to put that love, a vessel that wouldn't neglect or abuse it.

Head lolling back, he bares his throat to Kylo's mouth, dragging fingers through his hair to encourage this claiming. Let Kylo remind himself that every inch of this body belongs to him. Fresh tears spill from his eyes and he breathes another near-laugh.

Please, he starts to pray to God for this to last, for this to be the greatest love he'll ever know. But it's not a prayer for God's ear, is it? He changes course midway and prays to Kylo instead, Keep me and don't let me go.

Yes, the last time he'd begged that, the world nearly ended. But if it ever comes to that again, maybe the world should end for them.