There's nothing hazy or confused about Kylo, and he's certainly admiring the view- but not just the one in front of his eyes. Kylo's been watching the progress of his suggestion with fascination since implanting it, observing as it glides through Ronan's thoughts relatively unchallenged, puts down slow, delicate roots and begins to grow. He's been enjoying feeling Ronan test out the strangely persistent tug towards this moment perhaps a little more than he should, and it shows.
Ronan has nothing to be embarrassed about.
Kylo watches Ronan attempt to catch up with himself, wondering if perhaps, any moment now, he might recognise the fantasy they're circling around.
"I thought we could try it now," he says, as if it's any explanation at all.
Ronan feels like he just walked in on a conversation Kylo was having with someone else, only the someone else is himself. He's still not entirely sure why it felt so urgent to abandon his work and come up here. Kylo is beautiful, as always, but that's hardly an emergency.
Kylo hums his satisfaction, his dark eyes settling with particular focus on Ronan's face as his lips tug into a sly smile. He'd feel a little more guilty about pulling Ronan from his studies for no reason other than self-indulgence if he wasn't well aware of Ronan's fantasies surrounding the idea, probably- but he certainly feels nothing of guilt right now.
Especially having just caught a pleasantly flattering reflection of himself in Ronan's mind.
"Close the door behind you," he murmurs, feeding Ronan just a little more direction. It's hardly a suggestion at all- it doesn't need to be, for something so comfortably in the range of thoughts that might occur to him naturally. He stretches it near seamlessly into the next, barely moving a muscle:
Ronan's already closing the door before the order has fully escaped Kylo's mouth, the thought coming to him a split second faster. It does not occur to him that the thought might be anything other than his own.
Not the next one, either. Though he still feels oddly lightheaded, Ronan drifts forward, approaching Kylo without a moment's hesitation. With every step he takes, his cock grows harder, but that's natural enough when they're together. Truly, Ronan can't find himself anywhere in Kylo's proximity without hanging at least a little heavier.
It doesn't help that Kylo's equally excited. Ronan's gaze drops as he gets closer, an unabashed stare.
Kylo waits until Ronan is comfortably within reach before seizing his jaw with a strong, broad hand. He knows what Ronan wants- he knows exactly how much Ronan appreciates that particular part of his anatomy- but right now, he's interested in seeing what happens when Ronan considers it a prize to be earned. This is the next suggestion: Ronan can touch when Kylo says so. He seals it in place with a rough conquest of a kiss, indulging his growing desire to exert his dominance.
"You want to touch me," he murmurs as he pulls back, eyes dark. He releases his hold, fingers following the line of Ronan's jaw to curl possessively at the back of his neck. His other hand slides between their bodies, trailing over Ronan's abs and down, his palm gliding far too gently over his trapped cock. "Don't you."
"Yes," Ronan whispers, shivering in the wake of that kiss. But despite his desire, he's frozen in place as if invisible hands are holding him back. Unlike all those times Kylo has used the force to manipulate his body, though, this feels like a decision Ronan's making for himself.
There's nothing to keep him from seeking out more of Kylo's touch, however. At the brush against his cock, Ronan rocks his hips forward to chase Kylo's hand, desperate for something more than just a hint of contact.
He hadn't exactly intended to, but withholding anything Ronan wants of him becomes a test of his own self-control so quickly he often doesn't recognise he's surrendered at all- and why would he, when the indulgence feels so good? Even now, as his mind pores over the fantasy as if examining an elaborate puzzle- even as he's considering the best way to achieve his goal- so much of him aches to abandon all the intricacies. There are few failings more appealing than tearing Ronan out of his clothes and throwing him onto the bed... but there's a prize that lies beyond the temptation, if he has the will for it.
He grants Ronan something of his wish, rewarding the insistent push into his hand with a slow roll of massaging pressure- but all too quickly abandons him. He takes Ronan's head in his hands instead, firm and unyielding as he searches his eyes, basking in desire.
"Show me," he commands, his voice steady through necessity despite the voracious hunger pent up behind the suggestion. Power, he's never short on. Control takes more work.
Ronan had once compared the experience to an injection of saline, but there's nothing sharp or focused about this invasion- Kylo's awareness spreads through Ronan's body with the smoothly solid, inexorable glide of molten glass until he knows it all, occupying the immediacy of his senses. He exhales, feeling the ghost of his breath on Ronan's skin, and lifts his hands away.
He feels what Ronan feels. "Show me how you would touch me."
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Ronan has nothing to be embarrassed about.
Kylo watches Ronan attempt to catch up with himself, wondering if perhaps, any moment now, he might recognise the fantasy they're circling around.
"I thought we could try it now," he says, as if it's any explanation at all.
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Ronan feels like he just walked in on a conversation Kylo was having with someone else, only the someone else is himself. He's still not entirely sure why it felt so urgent to abandon his work and come up here. Kylo is beautiful, as always, but that's hardly an emergency.
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Especially having just caught a pleasantly flattering reflection of himself in Ronan's mind.
"Close the door behind you," he murmurs, feeding Ronan just a little more direction. It's hardly a suggestion at all- it doesn't need to be, for something so comfortably in the range of thoughts that might occur to him naturally. He stretches it near seamlessly into the next, barely moving a muscle:
Come here.
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Not the next one, either. Though he still feels oddly lightheaded, Ronan drifts forward, approaching Kylo without a moment's hesitation. With every step he takes, his cock grows harder, but that's natural enough when they're together. Truly, Ronan can't find himself anywhere in Kylo's proximity without hanging at least a little heavier.
It doesn't help that Kylo's equally excited. Ronan's gaze drops as he gets closer, an unabashed stare.
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"You want to touch me," he murmurs as he pulls back, eyes dark. He releases his hold, fingers following the line of Ronan's jaw to curl possessively at the back of his neck. His other hand slides between their bodies, trailing over Ronan's abs and down, his palm gliding far too gently over his trapped cock. "Don't you."
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There's nothing to keep him from seeking out more of Kylo's touch, however. At the brush against his cock, Ronan rocks his hips forward to chase Kylo's hand, desperate for something more than just a hint of contact.
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He grants Ronan something of his wish, rewarding the insistent push into his hand with a slow roll of massaging pressure- but all too quickly abandons him. He takes Ronan's head in his hands instead, firm and unyielding as he searches his eyes, basking in desire.
"Show me," he commands, his voice steady through necessity despite the voracious hunger pent up behind the suggestion. Power, he's never short on. Control takes more work.
Ronan had once compared the experience to an injection of saline, but there's nothing sharp or focused about this invasion- Kylo's awareness spreads through Ronan's body with the smoothly solid, inexorable glide of molten glass until he knows it all, occupying the immediacy of his senses. He exhales, feeling the ghost of his breath on Ronan's skin, and lifts his hands away.
He feels what Ronan feels.
"Show me how you would touch me."