The pleasant buzz beneath his skin vanishes the moment Kylo moves. It's all too fast. Ronan cries out in alarm, doesn't even understand what's happening until after Kylo's settled on top of him, trapping him. His shoulders ache beneath that grip. His hands claw uselessly at the sheets on either side of him, as if any amount of squirming could possibly shake Kylo off of him. He can't, of course. Despite their matched size, in a contest of strength, Kylo's always victorious.