[ 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.
[Ronan watches him, fixated, and lets out a slow and shaky breath as Kylo reveals himself. There's a lot to admire about Kylo's body, but the vulgar truth is that his cock is Ronan's favorite of his features. Not only is it larger than his own (honestly impressive, considering Ronan's nature) but it's by far the largest he's ever had. There's a good reason why Kylo, of all people, is the recurring subject of his fantasies.
It takes all of Ronan's self-control to keep from diving for it immediately. He offers up his hands, sheathed in Kylo's leather gloves. The gesture has a reverential quality to it.]
[ Kylo's lips draw into a pleased curve. He knows how much effort Ronan has to put into holding himself back, which is why he's decided to free him from the temptation.
Abandoning himself for the moment he takes Ronan's hands in his and guides them. Not forwards, where Ronan might expect, but up. A little above his head. And then, pressing the back of one leather-clad hand into the palm of the other, he takes them in one of his and pins them back to the wall he has Ronan trapped against.
He takes a moment to admire the uncomfortable, straining predicament he's placed Ronan in, his free hand caressing the side of his face, the pad of his thumb dragging slowly over his lips. ]
[This is not what he expected. Ronan makes a soft noise of surprise as Kylo pins his arms up, and it takes him a moment to orient himself and figure out what Kylo means to do with him.
And it is, in fact, something no one has done to him before. Like so many of the things Kylo has figured out to do with him. No one else has ever been quite large or strong enough to restrain Ronan this way.]
[ Kylo hums his approval. He likes the moment of confusion, the way he can see Ronan's expression shift as he puts together the pieces of what Kylo has in mind. ]
Even if this is what I want?
[ His voice is a low, promising murmur as he closes in on his captive, his hand pulling away from Ronan's face to curl loosely around his cock- stroking himself slowly, inches from his lips. Well within reach, if Ronan's willing to work and Kylo's feeling generous. ]
[Ronan's already tilting forward as he murmurs the word. He wets his lips. They just barely graze the tip of Kylo's cock. He stretches a bit further and swipes out with his tongue. With a glance up, he opens his mouth wide, waiting to be fed.]
[ He's never going to get tired of the way Ronan takes his fantasies and makes them better. Never. He lets himself savour that first touch, the sharp thrill of it, and slowly claims his prize, his hand slipping into Ronan's hair as his cock glides onto his tongue. A low groan falls from his mouth. ]
[Ronan echoes the sound, though it's stifled as Kylo enters his mouth. His eyes drift shut, the better to enjoy the thick heat that begins to fill him. This isn't even close to Kylo's full length, but already it hardly fits in Ronan's mouth. He strains his jaw wider and tips his chin higher, his tongue slicking Kylo's soft skin in a languid massage.]
[ Kylo isn't interested in cruelty for the sake of cruelty- especially not when he can have this, instead. Ronan, dedicated to his pleasure. Reflecting it with his own. His grip pressing Ronan's hands to the wall tightens with the weight he's transferring forwards.
It's hard to believe Ronan could take much more, already, and Kylo's not in a hurry to choke him just yet- but he knows what he wants, especially after all this waiting. He's almost trembling with the need for it by the time he allows himself the first slow, shallow roll of his hips. ]
[Ronan's heart skips with excitement as he feels Kylo begin to move. He trembles with a nervous energy, in part because he doesn't know what to expect but also because there's really no part of this that's under his control. All he can do is receive what Kylo gives him and pray that it isn't too much or too fast.
He tries to relax, tries to keep his jaw slack and loose enough for Kylo to maneuver. His mouth is a tight space to fuck, and he realizes that's the point, but this won't be easy.]
[ There's no room for misunderstanding, now- Kylo holds near complete control, and he shows no sign of wanting to give any of it back as he takes ownership of Ronan's mouth in slow, smooth increments that set his senses alight. His hand runs possessively over Ronan's scalp, along the side of his face, the purposefully slack muscles of his throat- and his will slides over the surface of his thoughts, thrumming with pleasure and praise. Like this. Just like this. ]
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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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It takes all of Ronan's self-control to keep from diving for it immediately. He offers up his hands, sheathed in Kylo's leather gloves. The gesture has a reverential quality to it.]
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Abandoning himself for the moment he takes Ronan's hands in his and guides them. Not forwards, where Ronan might expect, but up. A little above his head. And then, pressing the back of one leather-clad hand into the palm of the other, he takes them in one of his and pins them back to the wall he has Ronan trapped against.
He takes a moment to admire the uncomfortable, straining predicament he's placed Ronan in, his free hand caressing the side of his face, the pad of his thumb dragging slowly over his lips. ]
Do my worst, was it.
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And it is, in fact, something no one has done to him before. Like so many of the things Kylo has figured out to do with him. No one else has ever been quite large or strong enough to restrain Ronan this way.]
...Yes.
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Even if this is what I want?
[ His voice is a low, promising murmur as he closes in on his captive, his hand pulling away from Ronan's face to curl loosely around his cock- stroking himself slowly, inches from his lips. Well within reach, if Ronan's willing to work and Kylo's feeling generous. ]
Are you going to give it to me, Ronan?
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[Ronan's already tilting forward as he murmurs the word. He wets his lips. They just barely graze the tip of Kylo's cock. He stretches a bit further and swipes out with his tongue. With a glance up, he opens his mouth wide, waiting to be fed.]
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It's hard to believe Ronan could take much more, already, and Kylo's not in a hurry to choke him just yet- but he knows what he wants, especially after all this waiting. He's almost trembling with the need for it by the time he allows himself the first slow, shallow roll of his hips. ]
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He tries to relax, tries to keep his jaw slack and loose enough for Kylo to maneuver. His mouth is a tight space to fuck, and he realizes that's the point, but this won't be easy.]
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