There's no escape. Kylo locks Ronan in against himself as he drives into him, crushing any attempt to twist away from the overload— because that isn't really what Ronan wants, only what his trembling body believes it has to do to survive. Kylo will subdue the instinct for him.

They will meet the raw, electric shock of each powerful, slamming thrust together. Kylo holds Ronan under as if he means to drown him, seizes him by every nerve and fibre as he pours himself into becoming not Ronan's undeserved punishment, but his hard-earned reward. He can endure this. He can suffer it— Kylo knows he can, no matter how violently his body shakes for mercy.

"Mine," Kylo hisses, the building pressure of all this bright, blinding pleasure aching to burst forth sparking under his skin. He can feel the devastation rushing towards them. This is an ecstasy they can only face together. This is being his. And it's only for the two of them— what they become, together.