This is all very uncharted territory for Kylo, who until very recently hadn't spared much thought at all for his own attractiveness (or otherwise). It doesn't make him uncomfortable, exactly. He quite likes it. But the slight heat rising under his skin at the rumbling purr of Ronan's voice has his fingers curling into a loose grip, digging idle pressure into the mattress he's perched on. He couldn't explain why if asked.

"You," he leans in a fraction to tell Ronan over-firmly, "Are supposed to be sleeping."