[ He doesn't need to speak. He doesn't need to do anything at all. Kylo has him. He doesn't rely soley on the physical strength of limbs made clumsy with exertion. Ronan's weight is cushioned and supported by Kylo's will to hold and possess him, threaded invisibly through the air around them. He stoops down- and partly because it amuses him, lets Ronan's arms fall around his neck as he scoops him up into his arms.
It's only a few paces to the bed, and it isn't difficult to lay Ronan down on it. He runs a thoughtful hand over his chest to the wide belt of Ronan's costume, then slides on the bed with him, straddling his thighs. ]
I think you might breathe easier without all this... but I have to admit. I am enjoying the view.
[Though it must be a ridiculous sight, Ronan secretly enjoys being on this side of the equation, for once. He allows Kylo to carry him without complaint, and when Kylo settles on top of him, Ronan's pleasure is impossible to ignore. His task had been difficult, but he obviously loved every moment of it.]
I don't need to breathe.
[Words that aren't very convincing when they're uttered so raspily.]
[Ronan had only been kidding, but that response brings heat to his already-flushed face. He tips his head up to meet Kylo's kiss, and his heart does something dangerous, fluttering with an emotion best unexplored. He wonders distantly whose emotion that is: Kylo's or his own. It's possible he's still under a spell.]
[ Kylo has no firmer understanding of the warmth that twists in him as they kiss than Ronan does- only that it builds rather than diminishes, thrumming between them. And while it may have begun as a joke, he'd meant the word, in its entirety. He seals it to Ronan's lips. His jaw. His pulse, just above the raised collar snug around his neck. ]
You're certain you don't want my help. Getting out of this.
[ He kisses his neck again before drawing back up onto his knees, giving himself room to work on unfastening the various layers Ronan's trapped in- but first, those dead arms of his. He takes them, one after the other, and carefully pulls off the leather gloves, pressing his lips to Ronan's knuckles. ]
If I have to do all the work, I'm not sure it's worth it.
[Oh, Ronan likes that very much, being manipulated like that when he truly can't will his own limbs to move. He wasn't kidding; they're really asleep. Kylo's mouth against his hand only sends a tingling prickle down his nerves.]
You can't punish me then punish me again. That's not fair.
[ Kylo's lingering smile suggests he's enjoying this very much too. Having gently placed Ronan's heavy limbs back down beside his body he moves on to the task at hand- all these thick, padded layers. It's a very different experience, undressing someone else from this particular set of clothes, and he's not aiming for getting Ronan naked so much as getting access to the hard heat he can feel trapped under them. Opening up the heavy collar around Ronan's neck is a tangentially related act of mercy.
Once he has Ronan down to the shirt and pants with the rest of it laying crumpled around him, he runs both hands possessively over the tight material hugging Ronan's muscular chest, leaving the taut strain of his pants well alone for now. ]
I haven't punished you even once. Though it sounds like... you think you deserve it...
[Ronan only gets harder with every layer Kylo peels off of him, but he maintains his patience, enjoying the process too much to rush it. Especially once Kylo's hands are exploring his muscles. He truly does love to be admired.]
Of course I deserve it. I've been so bad, stealing your things.
[ Kylo takes his time exploring the firm contours hardly hidden under the form-fitting material, not quite able to resist rolling Ronan's nipple between his thumb and forefinger in a slow, twisting pinch. ]
Is that the sin you think you've committed. Interesting.
[Ronan hisses softly, his cock pulsing in response.]
What's my real sin, then?
[Besides... all of this. This whole filthy affair with a mass murderer ten years his senior. God, but Ronan wants him. Increasingly, with every passing second. He has to fight to keep himself still, when all his hips want to do is rut up against Kylo.]
[ Kylo's expression shifts sharp with that reaction, with the building desire he can feel radiating out from Ronan's body, his mind... And he finds he wants more. More hissed breaths. He wants Ronan's body arching. Trembling. ]
Why did you take my things, Ronan?
[ He murmurs the question, his eyes dark with intention, fingertips skating feather-light over Ronan's chest. A low-level, tingling crawl follows their path. Nothing more, just yet. An interrogation, indeed. ]
[Ronan's lashes flutter. The air feels suddenly charged, the uneasy stillness before a lightning strike. His eyes sweep back up to Kylo.]
You wish.
[Yes, he'd wanted Kylo to see him. It would have been an unfair tease, though, if he had. Ronan wouldn't have been free to pursue him back then. The only satisfaction he could have would be Kylo's reaction to the sight. So he'd wanted Kylo to see him, and to think about him, and to suffer with a desire left unrequited. Truly wicked intentions.]
[ Well that won't do. Apparently, Ronan needs a little encouragement to confess.
Kylo watches him. He lifts his hand, touch impossibly gentle as his fingertips skim Ronan's lips. So soft, still reddened. He loves Ronan's mouth. A tiny crackle of electricity dances between his fingers, sparks to Ronan's lips. ]
[ He murmurs it softly, dangerously, claiming Ronan's mouth with a violently possessive crash of a kiss, fingers caressing the side of his face softly as he leans in over him.
[Ronan purrs into that ravishing kiss, and when it breaks, he looks more defiant than disciplined. Kylo's going to have to work very hard to tame him.]
Kylo's lips quirk, a dark hunger stirring behind his eyes. Precisely, he suspects, what Ronan hoped for. He hums with the potential for retaliation, almost as tangibly as the static crackling between his fingers. He trails them across Ronan's skin, following the line of his jaw and down the side of his neck, skating along his collarbone. ]
You wanted to provoke me. To force me into frustration...
[Ronan's hair stands on end wherever Kylo touches. At any moment, Kylo's going to burn him. The threat of it passes over Ronan like a storm. Lightning's about to strike. He can feel it.]
[ Kylo leans in, his teeth catching at Ronan's throat. ]
I have you right where you wanted me, wasn't it. I remember.
[ And while he's this close, he can press up against him, slow. The crackling pass of his fingers slides over Ronan's chest, the strange heat of tiny, sparking shocks following the movement. ]
But I don't think I'm the only one frustrated, Ronan.
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Kylo has him.
He doesn't rely soley on the physical strength of limbs made clumsy with exertion. Ronan's weight is cushioned and supported by Kylo's will to hold and possess him, threaded invisibly through the air around them. He stoops down- and partly because it amuses him, lets Ronan's arms fall around his neck as he scoops him up into his arms.
It's only a few paces to the bed, and it isn't difficult to lay Ronan down on it. He runs a thoughtful hand over his chest to the wide belt of Ronan's costume, then slides on the bed with him, straddling his thighs. ]
I think you might breathe easier without all this... but I have to admit. I am enjoying the view.
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I don't need to breathe.
[Words that aren't very convincing when they're uttered so raspily.]
Keep admiring. It makes me feel beautiful.
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You are.
[ He leans in over him, his weight supported on a firm hand planted by Ronan's head- and he kisses his soft, swollen lips, murmuring praise. ]
Beautiful.
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And while it may have begun as a joke, he'd meant the word, in its entirety. He seals it to Ronan's lips. His jaw. His pulse, just above the raised collar snug around his neck. ]
You're certain you don't want my help. Getting out of this.
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[If you know what he means.]
You'll have to do all the work. My arms are dead.
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Oh, all the work?
[ He kisses his neck again before drawing back up onto his knees, giving himself room to work on unfastening the various layers Ronan's trapped in- but first, those dead arms of his. He takes them, one after the other, and carefully pulls off the leather gloves, pressing his lips to Ronan's knuckles. ]
If I have to do all the work, I'm not sure it's worth it.
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You can't punish me then punish me again. That's not fair.
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[ Kylo's lingering smile suggests he's enjoying this very much too. Having gently placed Ronan's heavy limbs back down beside his body he moves on to the task at hand- all these thick, padded layers.
It's a very different experience, undressing someone else from this particular set of clothes, and he's not aiming for getting Ronan naked so much as getting access to the hard heat he can feel trapped under them. Opening up the heavy collar around Ronan's neck is a tangentially related act of mercy.
Once he has Ronan down to the shirt and pants with the rest of it laying crumpled around him, he runs both hands possessively over the tight material hugging Ronan's muscular chest, leaving the taut strain of his pants well alone for now. ]
I haven't punished you even once. Though it sounds like... you think you deserve it...
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Of course I deserve it. I've been so bad, stealing your things.
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Is that the sin you think you've committed. Interesting.
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What's my real sin, then?
[Besides... all of this. This whole filthy affair with a mass murderer ten years his senior. God, but Ronan wants him. Increasingly, with every passing second. He has to fight to keep himself still, when all his hips want to do is rut up against Kylo.]
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And he finds he wants more. More hissed breaths. He wants Ronan's body arching. Trembling. ]
Why did you take my things, Ronan?
[ He murmurs the question, his eyes dark with intention, fingertips skating feather-light over Ronan's chest.
A low-level, tingling crawl follows their path. Nothing more, just yet.
An interrogation, indeed. ]
You wanted me to see you wearing them...
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You wish.
[Yes, he'd wanted Kylo to see him. It would have been an unfair tease, though, if he had. Ronan wouldn't have been free to pursue him back then. The only satisfaction he could have would be Kylo's reaction to the sight. So he'd wanted Kylo to see him, and to think about him, and to suffer with a desire left unrequited. Truly wicked intentions.]
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Kylo watches him. He lifts his hand, touch impossibly gentle as his fingertips skim Ronan's lips. So soft, still reddened. He loves Ronan's mouth.
A tiny crackle of electricity dances between his fingers, sparks to Ronan's lips. ]
Try again.
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Maybe I just thought it'd be fun.
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[ He murmurs it softly, dangerously, claiming Ronan's mouth with a violently possessive crash of a kiss, fingers caressing the side of his face softly as he leans in over him.
And then he pulls back, expectant. ]
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Pissing you off.
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Kylo's lips quirk, a dark hunger stirring behind his eyes. Precisely, he suspects, what Ronan hoped for. He hums with the potential for retaliation, almost as tangibly as the static crackling between his fingers. He trails them across Ronan's skin, following the line of his jaw and down the side of his neck, skating along his collarbone. ]
You wanted to provoke me. To force me into frustration...
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Looks like it worked.
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[ Kylo leans in, his teeth catching at Ronan's throat. ]
I have you right where you wanted me, wasn't it. I remember.
[ And while he's this close, he can press up against him, slow. The crackling pass of his fingers slides over Ronan's chest, the strange heat of tiny, sparking shocks following the movement. ]
But I don't think I'm the only one frustrated, Ronan.