But an archly delivered reply will have to wait. Forced to cut himself off and concentrate on subduing Ronan's renewed insurrection, Kylo mutters some kind of curse as he twists with Ronan's writhing. It's a lot harder than it should be to keep him down, which is beginning to get annoying— and all the more so when somehow he manages to hook a leg over Kylo's thigh.
Playtime is over. Irritated, Kylo throws his weight, hard, and jams a forearm into Ronan's throat, slowly beginning to apply pressure. There. Much better. He leans in.
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"I think we'll both regret--"
But an archly delivered reply will have to wait. Forced to cut himself off and concentrate on subduing Ronan's renewed insurrection, Kylo mutters some kind of curse as he twists with Ronan's writhing. It's a lot harder than it should be to keep him down, which is beginning to get annoying— and all the more so when somehow he manages to hook a leg over Kylo's thigh.
Playtime is over. Irritated, Kylo throws his weight, hard, and jams a forearm into Ronan's throat, slowly beginning to apply pressure. There. Much better. He leans in.
"Yield."