Ronan reaches back, his hands climbing to seize hold of Kylo's hips. He's here, right where Kylo wants him, and he'll be here until Rey succeeds in seducing or stealing him away.

...Which will be any moment now, he knows. They're in her domain and this is the tradition, their annual renewal of friendship. If she can't make Kylo hers tonight, she'll take him from the Sanctum instead, and it'll be an uglier affair.

Until then, Ronan presses forward. His eyes sting with tears as he takes Kylo deeper, stuffing down as much of him as he can. He's trained enough not to choke, in spite of the strain, and controlled enough not to force it too quickly. As much as he would love to drink Kylo down, it's not supposed to be Ronan who receives him today. All of this is for Rey.