Ronan has heard the words he needed to hear. Apparently, so has Kylo. There's no failure now in putting words aside and resuming the conversation in their native language of raw physicality. Their bodies belong together. Ronan hardly knows who he is anymore without Kylo's touch to ground him or Kylo's will to shape him. His limbs fold around Kylo and draw him in, capturing him. A lissome spring trap.

Their mouths find each other. Ronan drags his lips over Kylo's and parts them to seek out his tongue. His breath shudders with a heat he himself can barely contain. No, he wants to be the thing that Kylo can't resist. He wants Kylo to possess him in every way that pleases him. He wants Kylo to hunt him again and again as long as they live.

Whispering into his kisses, Ronan answers, "Do it." Not that he believes Kylo needs to wait for his permission. He wants Kylo to hear it, though, as easily as he can feel it. "Don't hold back. I want you always."