[ Somehow, that only seems right, particularly considering what Ronan's wearing, and the heat under Kylo's skin responds swiftly. He's been aching for a fight. Spoiling for one. And Ronan's grip is a good place to start.
Rather than wrenching free or pulling away, he surges forwards into Ronan's space instead, fully intending on forcing him to stagger back with the sudden weight locked in against him. ]
[In a test of brute strength, Kylo is the obvious victor. Ronan tries and fails to hold his ground, nearly stumbling to the floor before he recovers. He uses his grip on Kylo's arm to re-balance his weight, and on the way up, throws out his other fist to land a punch against Kylo's ribs.]
[ Kylo hisses out the pain, Ronan's blow only really serving to fuel him on- he pulls his arm up, dragging Ronan's hand with it as he braces the length of his forearm across Ronan's chest and pushes forward again.
Ronan's no easy prize. But Kylo would want it no other way. ]
[This time, Ronan's back hits the wall. Kylo has him effectively pinned, though he doesn't stop struggling. He squirms, trying to wrest his arm free from the place Kylo's trapped it, and grips Kylo's shoulder with his other hand in an attempt to push him back.]
[ It's been a while since he allowed himself this kind of satisfaction, indulging himself in the perfection of a good struggle- and it's clear that he's enjoying the opportunity, now. He presses in against Ronan's resistance with relentless strength, eyes blazing with something wild and absolutely dangerous begging to be set free- but he doesn't want to hurt him. No. He wants to possess him. And with their bodies crushing up against each other, there's no question how, exactly, Kylo wants to stake his claim. ]
[The battle is decidedly won. And so swiftly, too. Ronan's heart pounds with the thrill of it, the knowledge that Kylo could easily break him if he wanted to. It would hurt if Ronan tried to escape now. If he even moves an inch against Kylo's hold. He sucks in a breath between his teeth and exhales with a hiss, chin forward, lip curled.]
You think you can just take what you want from me.
[It isn't a question, really. He does. He can. As demonstrated. And taking is what he'll have to do, because even defeated, Ronan isn't compliant. He doesn't gratify the desire pressed so hard against his thigh, even though it would be simple. Just the slightest movement of his hips would bring Kylo pleasure, and he refuses.]
[ Kylo's lips twist in a triumphant smile- though he wouldn't consider this battle over. All conquests of importance are a long, involved exercise in consistently meeting resistance with superior, indefatigable strength. ]
Perhaps we should discuss it.
[ He murmurs the words, the breathless satisfaction of having Ronan under his hold swelling through his voice. He can feel Ronan's pulse racing, he can feel his defiance. It's perfection. And he has a hand free. He runs it possessively over Ronan's side, fingers playing over the familiar textures made unfamiliar as they dress someone else. ]
Taking things we want. Like these. Where did you get these, Ronan? Have you been dreaming about me?
[Yes, he has. Of course he has. That isn't any surprise now. But the real surprise, maybe, is that Ronan had been dreaming about Kylo long before they ever shared a bed. Kylo had caught his eye that very first night at the bar, drawing him over, and he'd continued to attract Ronan's attention over the course of months, in all their brief encounters.]
You'd like that, wouldn't you.
[The dreams would happen at random, as they often do when Ronan spends any amount of time pining and longing for contact. Kylo slipped into his thoughts too many times while he'd been celibate, stupidly in love with someone else who's now gone (as always) and Ronan had felt awful about it. There's hardly any difference for him, infidelity committed in his dreams versus in reality. He can't remember how many times he'd woken up sticky and ashamed, all because Kylo had taken him in his sleep.]
[ Now he understands why the idea of Ronan in his clothes is so blindingly erotic. Or at least part of why. Because he knows what's involved in taking things from dreams. And, he suspects Ronan didn't dream the clothing without its inhabitant. ]
Very much.
[ It's an agreement rather than a confession. Kylo isn't ashamed of how arousing the idea is, that Ronan had either chosen or stumbled into a dream of him. ]
I could take them from you, too. Right now. Your memories, dreaming of me. You know I could.
[Because in this, really, there's no way to stop him. Ronan knows what Kylo's capable of. It wouldn't be shocking at all to learn that Kylo's already sifted through his thoughts and perused all his secrets.]
[ Why doesn't he? It almost seems only fair. Ronan's seen his fantasies. Been his fantasies. He lifts his hand up to caress the side of Ronan's face, soft but undeniably possessive. ]
Show me.
[ Similar to the way he has Ronan pinned to the wall, the sensation is like a pressure, at first, Kylo's will sliding over the surface of Ronan's thoughts, seeking entry. ]
[Ronan's breath stutters as he feels Kylo prying open his mind, the smile slipping from his lips along with it. This, too, would be a painful thing to fight. His mind is even less shielded than a human's. It yields to any and all manipulation. How lucky he is, that his life doesn't depend on resisting Kylo's power.
So... The first time.
The first time had been strange, the way Ronan's fantasies tend to be. He'd been leaning against the railing of what might have been a ship's deck, but it was too dark to see anything. Kylo had come up behind him and the roar of the unseen ocean had concealed the sound of his approach, so that when Ronan felt the brush of Kylo's lips at his nape, it came as a shock. He tried to turn around, but Kylo seized his wrists to keep him still against the rail. You'll fall in, Kylo murmured in his ear, which was another surprise. Ronan hadn't expected him, of all people, to be the one to come looking for him. One of Kylo's hands went to his throat, pulling Ronan back against him. The other arm slipped around him, capturing him by the waist.
And that had been enough. Ronan fought to wake only to find it was too late. The mess was made.]
[ Kylo surges through the memory, all voracious curiosity and hunger– so much hunger, to see himself as Ronan saw him, to be desired and know that he is desired. He seeps in, deep, his fingers stilling against Ronan's face as he finds what he was looking for.
There's something strangely lonely about the figure leaning into the dark, something familiar- and Kylo's breath catches as he feels Ronan's surprise, the irresistible moment of being caught up in his arms. Desire, yes. But there's something more than the physical, isn't there... ]
There's nothing to be ashamed about.
[ He murmurs the reassurance, feeling it echo through Ronan's mind. It isn't intended as a suggestion, exactly, but with his will soaking through Ronan's, it may well transform into one. ]
I want to be what you dream of. I want to be there, waiting for you in the dark. You'll always be able to find me there.
[Ronan recognizes the tilt of his thoughts in the split-second of their shifting. It isn't the first time his will has been pushed, diverted, redirected to a more comfortable place by someone outside of him.
There's nothing to be ashamed about.
Now Ronan is unashamed.
I want to be what you dream of.
Now Kylo will visit him in dreams as often as he visits this room.
The tension has gone from Ronan's muscles, though he remains pinned to the wall, a captive in body and mind. He stares at Kylo with glazed eyes, somehow both distant and hyperfocused in his compliance.]
He feels the shift, the fade into submission, and perhaps it should feel like another victory- but it doesn't. Not with Ronan. This isn't how he wants Ronan to accept him. This isn't how he wants to be wanted.
And he should have known better, he's always known he can take whatever he wants, but if he takes it, he can't ever be given it, not really, not truthfully...
He tries to push- to force some kind of resistance, the mental equivalent of seizing Ronan by the shoulders and shaking, frustrated, wanting him to wake up... ]
[That's a confusing order. Ronan doesn't think he's gone anywhere. He quirks an eyebrow and his smirk reappears as if it'd never vanished. His hand finds its way back to Kylo's shoulder, but this time he's pulling Kylo closer rather than pushing him away.]
[ He is. He's there. But Kylo's still off-balance, the sudden shock of discomfort not yet having dissipated. His eyes are sharp on Ronan's, his will still loosely curled through his mind, seeking some kind of reassurance.
Or perhaps that's the justification he's giving himself. It's addictive, being inside someone like this. He can't seem to give it up. ]
[There isn't much reassurance to be given. Susceptible to influence as he is, Ronan himself can rarely tell the difference between something he wants and something he's made to want. But he did invite Kylo in, knowing full well what it would mean. This is not a trap he stumbled into by mistake.]
Prove it?
[After all that fighting and teasing, Ronan at last presses his hips to Kylo's, letting him feel just how much he's wanted. Even through all the layers of Ronan's counterfeit battle robes, the hard length of him can be felt pulsing against Kylo's leg.]
[ Kylo inhales sharply, more than satisfied with the evidence Ronan provides and completely distracted from any lingering disquiet. He's all too easily led away from the immediate, the physical- but Ronan is remarkably talented when it comes to guiding him back here.
He pushes against him hungrily, his desire in absolutely no doubt- he wants this, he wants Ronan hard and wanting, he wants him trapped, straining... ]
[Now that Kylo has him crushed against the wall, there's hardly an inch of space between their lips, and Ronan obediently closes it. He kisses like he's been starving for it, as if he's the one who's been denied the contact, though he's so clearly the prey and not the predator in this hunt.
Even when he gasps for air, he doesn't break the kiss. His lips part and his mouth hangs open for Kylo to invade. He can hardly breathe under the weight of Kylo bearing down on him, and that's still not enough. Ronan wants to be conquered by him, to be torn through and made to understand that he belongs to Kylo now.
[ Good. That's good, that's exactly what he wanted. Kylo's satisfaction purrs through Ronan's mind as he indulges himself in feeling so very wanted, so needed, pressing even closer to feel Ronan's pulse, his shuddering breaths crushed up against him. ]
Good...
[ He murmurs it against Ronan's lips, catching the lower between his teeth and tugging on it sharply before releasing it and kissing him back- the conquest framed as reward, now. He claims him thoroughly, fingers curling at the back of his neck, keeping him close. When he pulls back, his eyes are the kind of dark that is somehow sharp at the same time. ]
There's no need to hide this from me. You know I'll give you what you need.
[Ronan knows. And he wants to hide nothing from Kylo. Ronan has laid everything out before him, an offering of mind, body, and spirit. Anyone else in the world would call it a reckless act, an invitation for violation if not total destruction.
But Ronan craves it.]
Do it, then.
[Whatever it is Kylo wants to give - whatever it is he wants to take - Ronan also wants it. Kylo doesn't need to hold himself back, to hesitate in his power, when Ronan has already decided to bend to him.
He's pressed in so close that it hurts. Ronan can barely move. But with what little freedom he has, he rocks his hips forward in a slow grind, inciting Kylo to attack the way they both know he wants to.]
[ This is a desire that predates anything Kylo ever did to Ronan. He knows that, now. This is a need far older than a word sliding into suggestion. Kylo's fingers stroke ownership at the nape of his neck. He presses the hissed breath that escapes as Ronan grinds against him into a rough kiss to his jaw.
And then he releases him, stepping back just far enough to give him room to comply with his demand. ]
[Ronan sinks to his knees as soon as Kylo issues the order. He's grateful for it, really, because he doubts he can remain standing without Kylo's support. The strength has been sapped from him. He's dazed and heavy and the prospect of having to make any decision for himself feels beyond his ability. He turns his eyes up to Kylo, awaiting further instruction.]
[ That's right. Just like that. Kylo rewards Ronan's obedience with a slow pass of his hand through Ronan's hair, his short-trimmed fingernails running over his scalp.
His satisfaction demonstrated, he turns his attention to his pants, unfastening them but leaving them slung loose as he draws out his cock- thick and heavy, more than ready for some attention. He strokes himself slowly, eyes locked on Ronan's face. ]
Lift your hands. Both of them. Here. Give them to me.
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Rather than wrenching free or pulling away, he surges forwards into Ronan's space instead, fully intending on forcing him to stagger back with the sudden weight locked in against him. ]
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Ronan's no easy prize. But Kylo would want it no other way. ]
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Better.
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You think you can just take what you want from me.
[It isn't a question, really. He does. He can. As demonstrated. And taking is what he'll have to do, because even defeated, Ronan isn't compliant. He doesn't gratify the desire pressed so hard against his thigh, even though it would be simple. Just the slightest movement of his hips would bring Kylo pleasure, and he refuses.]
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Perhaps we should discuss it.
[ He murmurs the words, the breathless satisfaction of having Ronan under his hold swelling through his voice. He can feel Ronan's pulse racing, he can feel his defiance. It's perfection. And he has a hand free.
He runs it possessively over Ronan's side, fingers playing over the familiar textures made unfamiliar as they dress someone else. ]
Taking things we want. Like these. Where did you get these, Ronan? Have you been dreaming about me?
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You'd like that, wouldn't you.
[The dreams would happen at random, as they often do when Ronan spends any amount of time pining and longing for contact. Kylo slipped into his thoughts too many times while he'd been celibate, stupidly in love with someone else who's now gone (as always) and Ronan had felt awful about it. There's hardly any difference for him, infidelity committed in his dreams versus in reality. He can't remember how many times he'd woken up sticky and ashamed, all because Kylo had taken him in his sleep.]
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Very much.
[ It's an agreement rather than a confession. Kylo isn't ashamed of how arousing the idea is, that Ronan had either chosen or stumbled into a dream of him. ]
I could take them from you, too. Right now. Your memories, dreaming of me. You know I could.
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[Because in this, really, there's no way to stop him. Ronan knows what Kylo's capable of. It wouldn't be shocking at all to learn that Kylo's already sifted through his thoughts and perused all his secrets.]
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He lifts his hand up to caress the side of Ronan's face, soft but undeniably possessive. ]
Show me.
[ Similar to the way he has Ronan pinned to the wall, the sensation is like a pressure, at first, Kylo's will sliding over the surface of Ronan's thoughts, seeking entry. ]
Show me the first time you dreamt of me.
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So... The first time.
The first time had been strange, the way Ronan's fantasies tend to be. He'd been leaning against the railing of what might have been a ship's deck, but it was too dark to see anything. Kylo had come up behind him and the roar of the unseen ocean had concealed the sound of his approach, so that when Ronan felt the brush of Kylo's lips at his nape, it came as a shock. He tried to turn around, but Kylo seized his wrists to keep him still against the rail. You'll fall in, Kylo murmured in his ear, which was another surprise. Ronan hadn't expected him, of all people, to be the one to come looking for him. One of Kylo's hands went to his throat, pulling Ronan back against him. The other arm slipped around him, capturing him by the waist.
And that had been enough. Ronan fought to wake only to find it was too late. The mess was made.]
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There's something strangely lonely about the figure leaning into the dark, something familiar- and Kylo's breath catches as he feels Ronan's surprise, the irresistible moment of being caught up in his arms. Desire, yes. But there's something more than the physical, isn't there... ]
There's nothing to be ashamed about.
[ He murmurs the reassurance, feeling it echo through Ronan's mind. It isn't intended as a suggestion, exactly, but with his will soaking through Ronan's, it may well transform into one. ]
I want to be what you dream of. I want to be there, waiting for you in the dark. You'll always be able to find me there.
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There's nothing to be ashamed about.
Now Ronan is unashamed.
I want to be what you dream of.
Now Kylo will visit him in dreams as often as he visits this room.
The tension has gone from Ronan's muscles, though he remains pinned to the wall, a captive in body and mind. He stares at Kylo with glazed eyes, somehow both distant and hyperfocused in his compliance.]
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He feels the shift, the fade into submission, and perhaps it should feel like another victory- but it doesn't. Not with Ronan. This isn't how he wants Ronan to accept him. This isn't how he wants to be wanted.
And he should have known better, he's always known he can take whatever he wants, but if he takes it, he can't ever be given it, not really, not truthfully...
He tries to push- to force some kind of resistance, the mental equivalent of seizing Ronan by the shoulders and shaking, frustrated, wanting him to wake up... ]
Look at me. Come back.
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I'm right here.
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His eyes are sharp on Ronan's, his will still loosely curled through his mind, seeking some kind of reassurance.
Or perhaps that's the justification he's giving himself. It's addictive, being inside someone like this. He can't seem to give it up. ]
Prove it.
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Prove it?
[After all that fighting and teasing, Ronan at last presses his hips to Kylo's, letting him feel just how much he's wanted. Even through all the layers of Ronan's counterfeit battle robes, the hard length of him can be felt pulsing against Kylo's leg.]
How's this for proof?
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He pushes against him hungrily, his desire in absolutely no doubt- he wants this, he wants Ronan hard and wanting, he wants him trapped, straining... ]
Kiss me.
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Even when he gasps for air, he doesn't break the kiss. His lips part and his mouth hangs open for Kylo to invade. He can hardly breathe under the weight of Kylo bearing down on him, and that's still not enough. Ronan wants to be conquered by him, to be torn through and made to understand that he belongs to Kylo now.
There is no option but surrender.]
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That's good, that's exactly what he wanted. Kylo's satisfaction purrs through Ronan's mind as he indulges himself in feeling so very wanted, so needed, pressing even closer to feel Ronan's pulse, his shuddering breaths crushed up against him. ]
Good...
[ He murmurs it against Ronan's lips, catching the lower between his teeth and tugging on it sharply before releasing it and kissing him back- the conquest framed as reward, now. He claims him thoroughly, fingers curling at the back of his neck, keeping him close. When he pulls back, his eyes are the kind of dark that is somehow sharp at the same time. ]
There's no need to hide this from me. You know I'll give you what you need.
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But Ronan craves it.]
Do it, then.
[Whatever it is Kylo wants to give - whatever it is he wants to take - Ronan also wants it. Kylo doesn't need to hold himself back, to hesitate in his power, when Ronan has already decided to bend to him.
He's pressed in so close that it hurts. Ronan can barely move. But with what little freedom he has, he rocks his hips forward in a slow grind, inciting Kylo to attack the way they both know he wants to.]
Do your worst.
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And then he releases him, stepping back just far enough to give him room to comply with his demand. ]
Kneel.
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His satisfaction demonstrated, he turns his attention to his pants, unfastening them but leaving them slung loose as he draws out his cock- thick and heavy, more than ready for some attention.
He strokes himself slowly, eyes locked on Ronan's face. ]
Lift your hands. Both of them. Here. Give them to me.
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