Kylo gasps sharply as the reflected shock translates through Ronan's senses to reach his own, his hold tightening. He has him now.

"No-one," Kylo agrees raggedly, chasing that thrill of pleasure with another snap of his hips. Another. On, and on, relentless in the pursuit. He wants Ronan writhing with it. Trembling. "You could be a hundred dreams. A thousand. All of them nothing but soft, sweet mouths. But this is what you'd want. This. Is what you need. With me. Say it."