Some planet, afternoon [NFB for distance]

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Ben still was exactly sure where he and Ender had ended up but the food was good, the view from their room was fantastic, and nothing had tried to eat them.

He was calling it a win.

He leaned against the balcony railings and ate a piece of fruit (weirdly blue, but other than that very tasty) and watched some kind of birds float serenely on a lake in the near distance.

"Not a bad way to spend time, huh?" he asked.

[OOC: And not so much with the work-safe these days...]

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Ender ignored him, leaning down to nip at Ben's neck. He didn't want to hurt him, but he was trying to make... some kind of point, so there was a little force involved.

One of his hands slipped between Ben's legs, cupping him through his pants.

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Ben arched into Ender's hand and ran his fingers down his back, not quite hard enough to leave marks.

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Ender pressed in with his palm, and nipped down again.

He didn't usually chase after every challenge thrown at him - that was Ben's deal - but he was planning to make work of this one, thank you.

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Ben slid his hands down to rest on Ender's rear and arched into his hand again before biting down, not entirely gently, on Ender's shoulder.

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Ender hissed quietly as pain spiked up very briefly from his shoulder. He didn't move his hand again, keeping where it was while applying just a little pressure.

He was a little busy with Ben's neck here-- that might leave a mark.

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Ben whimpered something that might have been Ender's name and tangled their legs together.

He wasn't going to overanalyze (or analyze at all) why this felt so good to him, he was just going to enjoy it.

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Ender pressed a kiss to the mark a moment later. "Take off your pants," he said. Since that had been his point in the first place.

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"Mmm," Ben replied coherently, not caring right now that Ender had won.

The pants--and what was on under them--were tossed in the general direction of the closet and Ben turned his attention back to Ender.

[endsthegame]

Ender kissed him again, shoving him back against the bed. Not entirely gently, either.

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Ben nipped down hard on Ender's neck in reply and tangled their legs together again.

[endsthegame]

Ender groaned, rocking his hips forward into Ben's. It felt good, and his eyes snapped shut at the sense of it.

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"Kuso," Ben moaned, pressing harder into Ender.

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Ender was fairly proud of himself for having the presence of mind to open his eyes again, and the coordination to lean in and kiss Ben - a little sloppy, fine - as he pressed back again.

Chances of him maintaining either, however, were diminishing rapidly.

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And Ben was certainly not doing anything to delay the inevitable. Catching the expression in Ender's eyes was almost enough to do him in as it was. "Look at me, kreetle," he murmured, sliding his hands along Ender's ass again.

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There was fondness in the curve of Ender's half-smile right there. He locked his eyes on Ben and moved again, finding some kind of rhythm to fall into, something that worked.

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Ben hissed in a breath, eyes going wide. "Wow," he said, which was definitely not the most useful comment ever, but at the moment was pretty much the only word that had come to mind.

He pressed up against Ender again. "More?"

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"You mean-- faster?" Ender asked, because asking difficult questions of him while doing that was kind of mean.

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"Faster," Ben agreed. Two syllables were about as much as he was capable of right now. "Please?"

[endsthegame]

"Okay," Ender breathed, snapping his hips forward faster, and okay, that had been a good plan.

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Sometimes Ben had them!

Not that he'd be wasting breath taking credit because this felt really, distractingly good.

He started trembling with the effort of not losing it.

[endsthegame]

Ender moaned softly as the last of his considerable focus got hijacked by baser functions. "Kuso, Ben--"

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Ben's hands gripped Ender tightly as he bit down on his shoulder.

[endsthegame]

That earned a gasp, and a powerful motion forward, and then Ender was reaching down to grip Ben's thigh and make this just a little smoother--

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Ben made a noise halfway between a whimper and a cry, shuddered and went still.

[endsthegame]

Ender kept moving just a little bit longer, his brain warm and sharp with need - but didn't last much longer, groaning and squeezing Ben's thigh as he went.