A low groan spills from Kylo's mouth as he lets his lips part, welcoming the invasion— the reminder. As much as he aches to drive himself deep into the wild heat of Ronan's body until their edges melt into irrelevance, he longs for this, too— Ronan, coiling around and winding through him. Ronan claiming all the hollowed out places inside him as his own and taking residence there, delighting in the singular privilege of being the one and only creature in all of creation Kylo chooses to give himself to.
He loves to sink into the ever-tightening trap of Ronan's arms, just as he loves to feel Ronan moving inside him. Tongues and fingers twist and tangle. Blood thumps hot, heavy, each heartbeat acquiring a juddering echo where their bodies crush together. Sliding and dragging against his, Ronan's skin is intoxicating. Kylo's hips shift and roll with a smooth promise of power, breaking into a long shudder as Ronan voices the desire he can feel throbbing through the both of them— because it isn't permission he's waiting for. They both know there's nothing but Kylo's rapidly dwindling willpower between them and the way their bodies know to prove connection to each other. He's holding back because he wants Ronan to feel the very moment his control fails. He wants every gasped breath and fiercely possessive kiss to serve as testament to a truth he never wants Ronan to forget.
He is wanted. So very, very powerfully wanted.
"Always," Kylo echoes, the struggle thick in his throat. His hand tears away and pushes between their bodies. "I always. Always want to give you what you want, what you need—"
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He loves to sink into the ever-tightening trap of Ronan's arms, just as he loves to feel Ronan moving inside him. Tongues and fingers twist and tangle. Blood thumps hot, heavy, each heartbeat acquiring a juddering echo where their bodies crush together. Sliding and dragging against his, Ronan's skin is intoxicating. Kylo's hips shift and roll with a smooth promise of power, breaking into a long shudder as Ronan voices the desire he can feel throbbing through the both of them— because it isn't permission he's waiting for. They both know there's nothing but Kylo's rapidly dwindling willpower between them and the way their bodies know to prove connection to each other. He's holding back because he wants Ronan to feel the very moment his control fails. He wants every gasped breath and fiercely possessive kiss to serve as testament to a truth he never wants Ronan to forget.
He is wanted. So very, very powerfully wanted.
"Always," Kylo echoes, the struggle thick in his throat. His hand tears away and pushes between their bodies. "I always. Always want to give you what you want, what you need—"