Kylo Ren. What an interesting name. It sounds like something he'd hear in a dream, like an anagram or a word written backwards on a mirror, a message from the other side of the looking-glass. "Kylo Ren," Ronan repeats, rolling the syllables around on his tongue, enjoying how they feel even while his throat is too damaged to fully replicate the roundness of those sounds.

He should probably unhook his leg from Kylo Ren's.

"You're right," he concedes, shifting his hips as he releases Kylo's thigh from his intimate squeeze. "You don't disappoint."