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In the first verse we're met with the lyrics "All I've ever done is hide / From our times, when you're near me", which points out how Ran isn't someone that is immediately vulnerable. He's often one to run at the start of a relationship, as despite his romantic tendencies he's wary of the reality of it. The lyric afterwards, however, show him opening up.This is shown when Hozier writes "honey, when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes/ I feel like a person for a moment of my life". While I agree with the interpretation of him refering to rejuvenation through sex, I also believe that he is writing about feeling safe enough to open yourself up to another person. The source material around Ran and his brother tell us that they were brought up in a world of violence, not necessarily conducive to self awareness or the ability to appear unguarded in any capacity, which is what makes that lyric all the more important in my eyes. An environment like that often results in self alienation in a way that it almost dehumanising, and so a reminder of his humanity is exactly what Ran craves.

The chorus then details his struggles with the prospect I think, especially with how he refers to the situation as "hell". For context, the full lyric reads:

"But you don't know what hell you put me through To have someone kiss the skin that crawls from you To feel your weight in arms I'd never use It's the God that heroin prays to"

To me it speaks of the sweet struggle of being involved with anyone - the initial fear of vulnerability, the work you put in and then, finally, the pay-off. The phrasing used seems almost like horror, like the writer feels unworthy? But by the end of it we see that he revels in it, the fact that he's wanted. All anyone wants is so be desired in some way - its part of the human experience. In relation to Ran, I think that he just wants to love and be loved despite what he has done. It's a reinforcement of his humanity, and the repetition of "it feels good" just strengthens my claim.

The second verse strikes me as an ode to the adoration he holds for his lover. I'll admit there isn't much material here that stands out to me in this context, but the final lines of the verse do. While I don't believe Ran would necessarily chose to leave the lifestyle he's chosen, I do think he'd try his best to keep his love safe from it. He acknowleges the dangers of his world ("not a trace of me would argue"). The last line reads "our baby and her momma, and the damaged love she made". Again I'm pointing out how he is a romantic, but one who's romance is grounded in reality. There is no such thing as perfection, and love isn't easy, especially in his line of work but it's something he's willing to work for.

The last thing I would like to point out is the reversal of the pre-chorus, where Hozier talks of "kiss[ing] the skin that crawls from you". It highlights Ran's commitment, almost, in that he's as devoted to you as you are to him. It's mutual obsession, an urge to love someone through anything as long as you both are a burden to each other.

It doesn’t take him much time to find you—It never does. He’s quick to grip you up, dragging you from the ward drobe where you were hiding, to the bed a few steps away. He wastes no time in putting you in position, filling your greedy heat exactly how you want it.

Despite the circumstances, Ken’s grip still manages to have that genial undertone to it as he keeps your thighs spread around his hips, every time he repositions you or sinks his grip in another part of you, his touch lingers, fingerprints being both the bruise and the balm needed to treat it.

God, you’re so huffy, makes Draken a little irritated as you begin to press yours legs closed again. Draken growls, taking a thigh in each hand and pinning them into the bed. “Stay fucking still.” The command’s harsh and almost desperate coming from him as he grinds his hips against your pelvis.

“No no no no!” You wail when the head of his dick keeps knocking at your cervix. Every stroke has your back arched, trying to string together the words to tell Draken to slow down. Shaky hands nudge and press into his shoulders willing him to take it easier on you. “Wait! Too much, sl—“

You’re cut short by the dark abyss his eyes become when he folds you in on yourself, held down by his entire body to be completely honest. Your anklet’s dangling beside his ear as his body bears down on the backs of your thighs, fucking you recklessly. Your vision beginning to get spotty, trembling thighs and hiccuped cries of his name filling the small space in between your faces.

“Go ahead baby, cum all over me. Make a fuckin’ mess.” Draken moans, spreading you impossibly wider. Your tears fall quicker, wetting the sheets beneath your head as you quake and writhe through your orgasm. You can’t do much more than whimper his name while Ken uses your body however he sees fit.

Over and over and over again, he leaves loads of his cum deep in your womb, coating your walls and every other surface while you just take it all. You don’t have the energy to plead anymore, limp in his grip, while be bounces you up and down on him. “You wanted to play baby; Are you happy now?”