Kylo's fingers peel away from Ronan's shoulder to slide through his hair, a gentle and soothing touch that pairs with this fear of abandonment, somehow. It's an instinctual knowledge, a memory, a response to the terror of that unvoiced question called out from somewhere in the past— Ronan's past, maybe. Kylo doesn't think it belongs to him.
He has Ronan's head cradled in his hand. His other raises, mirroring the first to frame Ronan's face. Does Ronan remember this? Kylo thinks he does. The smooth, claiming caress of his thumbs over Ronan's cheekbones is like slipping back into the mould he was cast from.
"You're mine," Kylo murmurs in rediscovery, a sudden, shuddering burst. "All of you. You belong to me."
An old assurance to counter an ancient fear. The reminder does help. He only needs the reminder often, because it's a situation that's subject to change. He has belonged to so many people, so many people who asked him to love them for eternity then left him behind.
Ronan shuts his eyes, leaning into that touch. It gives him the strangest feeling of being led home. Not home like the Meadows or home like the Barns, but home like Cabeswater. Like a dream. Like the dream they built together nearly nine months ago. And Ronan realizes that Kylo, then, can't possibly be leading him to a farewell. It's the opposite. Kylo is dragging him toward their forever.
"I'm yours," Ronan confirms. Even with his eyes closed, the world feels like it's spinning around them. There's a pressure in his skull forcing his attention away from anything else, fixing it on Kylo's words.
Was it even in question? Kylo's ownership of him. Ronan wants nothing but to serve him. He exists for Kylo. He will end without Kylo. Every molecule of him is devoted to granting Kylo's wishes. It's his greatest joy to give Kylo exactly what he wants.
That's better. That's so, so much better. This is what Kylo wants to be— Ronan's refuge. The place Ronan belongs. He breathes out, slowly, drawing Ronan to himself and kissing the crown of his head as he wraps his arms around him, warm and heavy. Protective and possessive. As long as he has Ronan, as long as he can feel that love, that pleasure of devotion, nothing else matters.
"And I'm good to you," Kylo adds softly, pressing it into Ronan's hair. His head. His thoughts. "I'll always be so good to you, Ronan. Everything you need. Anything. You know I'll give it to you."
Ronan submits gratefully to that embrace. Kylo's the cure to his dizziness. This orients him, getting closer, allowing his thoughts to be led. The less he struggles - the more he trusts Kylo to guide him - the easier it gets. The pressure tapers off. The kisses and words whispered into his hair stabilize him, until everything is still and silent except for the two of them.
"Thank you," Ronan whispers, nuzzling against his savior. His arms encircle Kylo, anchoring his body against him. These are all obvious statements, yet it's so soothing to hear them spoken aloud, like a vow. Ronan believes every word without question.
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He has Ronan's head cradled in his hand. His other raises, mirroring the first to frame Ronan's face. Does Ronan remember this? Kylo thinks he does. The smooth, claiming caress of his thumbs over Ronan's cheekbones is like slipping back into the mould he was cast from.
"You're mine," Kylo murmurs in rediscovery, a sudden, shuddering burst. "All of you. You belong to me."
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Ronan shuts his eyes, leaning into that touch. It gives him the strangest feeling of being led home. Not home like the Meadows or home like the Barns, but home like Cabeswater. Like a dream. Like the dream they built together nearly nine months ago. And Ronan realizes that Kylo, then, can't possibly be leading him to a farewell. It's the opposite. Kylo is dragging him toward their forever.
"I'm yours," Ronan confirms. Even with his eyes closed, the world feels like it's spinning around them. There's a pressure in his skull forcing his attention away from anything else, fixing it on Kylo's words.
Was it even in question? Kylo's ownership of him. Ronan wants nothing but to serve him. He exists for Kylo. He will end without Kylo. Every molecule of him is devoted to granting Kylo's wishes. It's his greatest joy to give Kylo exactly what he wants.
"All of me belongs to you."
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He breathes out, slowly, drawing Ronan to himself and kissing the crown of his head as he wraps his arms around him, warm and heavy. Protective and possessive. As long as he has Ronan, as long as he can feel that love, that pleasure of devotion, nothing else matters.
"And I'm good to you," Kylo adds softly, pressing it into Ronan's hair. His head. His thoughts. "I'll always be so good to you, Ronan. Everything you need. Anything. You know I'll give it to you."
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"Thank you," Ronan whispers, nuzzling against his savior. His arms encircle Kylo, anchoring his body against him. These are all obvious statements, yet it's so soothing to hear them spoken aloud, like a vow. Ronan believes every word without question.