Let him struggle. Kylo wants him to— any excuse to tighten his hold rather than loosen it, any reason to grind this fury he doesn't want into him.
And fury isn't all he has. Tonight, thick with all the desire that bled out the edges of Murphy's dream, the solid heft of his cock throbbing between their bodies is no empty threat.

He doesn't speak. He isn't thinking enough to speak. He's little more than the teeth and claws sinking into Ronan's skin, dragging over the back of his neck as he ruts against him.