[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. ]
[Ronan hums in assent, a sound that vibrates up his throat and over Kylo's skin. It's true. Ronan belongs to him completely. He has a single purpose now: to serve as a vessel, to be the object that brings Kylo ecstasy. Every other thought slides from his mind.
Though Kylo drives the movement, Ronan's tongue responds as best as he can manage, with enticing strokes and soft pressure. His mouth is pillowy and warm, growing tighter the deeper Kylo plunges.]
[ He'd expected Ronan's obedience- willing, accepting obedience- but this is much, much more. Kylo takes what he wants and Ronan urges and encourages, his dedication so complete and perfect it leaves Kylo breathlessly chasing after it. Deeper, his thrusts a little faster, his senses flooding with pleasure.
Ronan doesn't need telepathy for this. Kylo delights in his possession, more than willing to take Ronan closer and closer to his limits. ]
[With every thrust, it becomes more and more difficult to catch his breath. Each gasp is cut short by wet suction, and as Kylo's cock hits the back of his throat, reflexive tears gather in Ronan's eyes. It isn't easy, being fucked like this. His arms ache in Kylo's grip. The lack of air leaves him feverish and dizzy.
And despite all that, Ronan doesn't want it to end. He loves being used like this. It reminds him of Kylo's dreams of him, in which he exists for no reason but to fulfill Kylo's needs. There's a deep comfort in losing himself to someone else's will.]
[ Kylo's chest shudders with sharp breaths, his pulse pounding- he feels Ronan's aching limbs throbbing through him, the heavy, dreamlike haze soaking through- and he loves it, he loves everything about it, he wants it to last forever--
But it can't. He can feel the tension building, familiar and sweet, the perfection of claiming Ronan for himself rapidly becoming his undoing. A low groan slips past his lips, his hand cupping Ronan's jaw.
Is he ready? Is he willing? Can Ronan give him this one last gift? ]
[In this moment, Ronan would do anything for him. His eyes flutter open to gaze up at Kylo, worshipful and wanting. He tilts his head back to take Kylo deeper, his jaw slack in Kylo's palm. Fresh tears roll down his cheeks, but he isn't pleading for Kylo to stop. He wants to be used up. Kylo's euphoria is Ronan's, too.
It's impossible to draw in another breath. With Kylo pounding down his throat, Ronan is silently choking on him. His body quivers with the struggle and each thrust flashes light across Ronan's vision. His tongue presses against Kylo's thick shaft, squeezing him tight, stroking with the last of his strength.
Now it's time for Kylo to give something to Ronan.]
It's a wild, feverish moment of conquest and surrender as he breaks, hips jerking violently. He feels everything, absolutely everything- his senses spill out of his body until he isn't certain whose face is wet with tears, whose thighs are trembling, who is buried deep in the tight, wet heat and who is burning for air. The boundaries blend into irrelevance, all of it conspiring together to rob him of any thought at all beyond bright, sparking bliss. ]
[As Kylo erupts, his heat floods Ronan's throat, and Ronan can do nothing but swallow it down or else drown in it. With Kylo seized by climax, he can't even move. He's trapped with his arms stretched overhead and his jaw locked in Kylo's grip. Lightheaded, skin burning, Ronan loses his strength now that he's accomplished his task. He sinks with exhaustion and suffocation, his muscles going slack.]
[ Kylo won't let Ronan slump to the floor like something he's discarded. He doesn't want to let go of him at all. But he won't risk causing him actual distress, either, and he can feel Ronan's discomfort sliding into something more dangerous. He pulls out and staggers back just far enough to give him room to breathe, not yet releasing his hold on his hands, though his grip on Ronan's jaw loosens into a touch indistinguishable from a soft caress. His thumb swipes over the wet track of a tear, his dark, hazy eyes watching Ronan's face.
He's made his point. Ronan's made his. But he's not finished with him. His voice is a low murmur, thick with satisfaction. ]
[Ronan sucks in a gulp of air as soon as Kylo pulls out, grateful to be kept upright, because otherwise he'd be doubling over on the floor. It takes him a few seconds to really catch his breath as he gasps and he pants. He presses his cheek into Kylo's touch, nuzzling, then nodding. His throat feels a bit too swollen to attempt speaking just yet, but he'll go wherever Kylo wants to take him.]
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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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Though Kylo drives the movement, Ronan's tongue responds as best as he can manage, with enticing strokes and soft pressure. His mouth is pillowy and warm, growing tighter the deeper Kylo plunges.]
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Ronan doesn't need telepathy for this. Kylo delights in his possession, more than willing to take Ronan closer and closer to his limits. ]
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And despite all that, Ronan doesn't want it to end. He loves being used like this. It reminds him of Kylo's dreams of him, in which he exists for no reason but to fulfill Kylo's needs. There's a deep comfort in losing himself to someone else's will.]
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But it can't. He can feel the tension building, familiar and sweet, the perfection of claiming Ronan for himself rapidly becoming his undoing. A low groan slips past his lips, his hand cupping Ronan's jaw.
Is he ready? Is he willing? Can Ronan give him this one last gift? ]
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It's impossible to draw in another breath. With Kylo pounding down his throat, Ronan is silently choking on him. His body quivers with the struggle and each thrust flashes light across Ronan's vision. His tongue presses against Kylo's thick shaft, squeezing him tight, stroking with the last of his strength.
Now it's time for Kylo to give something to Ronan.]
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It's a wild, feverish moment of conquest and surrender as he breaks, hips jerking violently. He feels everything, absolutely everything- his senses spill out of his body until he isn't certain whose face is wet with tears, whose thighs are trembling, who is buried deep in the tight, wet heat and who is burning for air. The boundaries blend into irrelevance, all of it conspiring together to rob him of any thought at all beyond bright, sparking bliss. ]
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But he won't risk causing him actual distress, either, and he can feel Ronan's discomfort sliding into something more dangerous. He pulls out and staggers back just far enough to give him room to breathe, not yet releasing his hold on his hands, though his grip on Ronan's jaw loosens into a touch indistinguishable from a soft caress. His thumb swipes over the wet track of a tear, his dark, hazy eyes watching Ronan's face.
He's made his point. Ronan's made his. But he's not finished with him. His voice is a low murmur, thick with satisfaction. ]
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