From Chilly Boulder to Room 204 [evening]

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Ben reappeared where he'd been on the 7th: in Chilly Boulder, but without his creepy visitors.

There was a napkin on the nearby table that read "remember" and Ben was flooded with memories of this place: dates with Tahiri after invasions, milkshakes and conversations with Karla, the various staff members who knew him by name after so many years of coming into this shop...

...and Ender, which was when Ben glanced at his phone, realized that it was now Sunday, and bolted for the dorms. If the sidewalks and trees along the way back weren't exactly how he remembered them, he didn't care. He had much more important things on his mind.

"Ender?" he called, opening the door to their room.

Please exist...

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Ender glanced down, and then the rest of him followed. He pressed a kiss just above Ben's belly button as he tried to formulate a plan of attack.

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"You don't have to," Ben said, voice coming out huskier than usual. "I didn't do it for...you know."

[endsthegame]

"I know," Ender said, kissing right below it this time. He ran his fingers over Ben's thigh. "But I want to."

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Ben closed his eyes and took a tight grip on the sheets. "Oh," he whispered. "That's different."

[endsthegame]

Ender took a deep breath, and then leaned in further, deciding that enough was enough kissing something else entirely.

Hi, Ben Junior.

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"Kuso," Ben whispered, opening his eyes. He was almost overwhelmed by the combination of sight and feel. "You are so--"

He was out of words to describe it.

[endsthegame]

Well, that worked.

Parts of Ender's anatomy made a weak attempt to react to that even now.

After a brief moment of hesitation, he applied his tongue, since that seemed like the least daunting step. ...The taste was definitely new.

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Ben was now understanding why Ender had been so still--he didn't want to move either and mess something up.

The noise that came out of his mouth was incoherent, but definitely encouraging.

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Ender reached out to grip him with one hand to make this less... tricky. Then he thought of the book, and then last spring, and then the noises Ben was making, and... tried for 'more daunting'.

He was careful - speed was not really on his agenda right now.

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Ben was reduced to a babble of Bothan curses as he reached one hand down to rest on Ender's head.

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Ender finally started to move - carefully. Very, very carefully.

Look, he was rather fond of this part of Ben's anatomy and didn't want to damage it.

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Ben was pretty attached to it (heh) as well, but the way what Ender was doing felt (combined with the visual of how Ender looked while he did it) was enough to shove any lingering worry well out of Ben's mind to be replaced only with the need for more, please.

[endsthegame]

Once Ender was sure that he wouldn't be maiming anything with his teeth, he picked up his pace a little bit. He hadn't anticipated having to think of quite this many things at once, but the noises Ben was making made it worth it.

He dropped his other hand to Ben's thigh, where it was quite comfortable, thank you.

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Ben squirmed a little as the sensations threatened to become overwhelming, and his breathing shifted to panting gasps. "Ender--"

There was a bit of a warning there.

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Ender was clear-headed enough to understand one when he got it. Honest, he was.

He was just being a little slow to act on it.

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Ben moaned once as he arched up, then, despite his best efforts, let go.

And promptly looked a little mortified.

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Ender was a little surprised, yes, and jerked back and away a few seconds after that surprise registered. He wiped at his mouth - only halfway succesfully... and then got a look at Ben's face.

Under any other circumstances, without this many long weeks behind him, he probably wouldn't have started laughing this much.

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Ben tried to hide behind his hands. "Shut up," he whined.

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Ender got himself under control a moment later, and reached out to lightly pry his hands away from his face. "No, no," he said, "My fault, if anything. Sorry."

It was just a little ridiculous, that was all. Not Ben, not even him, but stressing out so much about this and having this happen right after the week they'd had, and with Ben right back here now.

It almost convinced him that Ben was definitely here more than any previous assurances had.

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Ben was still bright red but he let Ender pull his hands away without any real fuss.

"Don't apologize for being really good at that," he said.

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"Then don't spaz out about inspiring me to get carried away," Ender said, moving closer again.

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Ben snuggled up against him. "I can spaz if I want to," he said, sounding slightly sleepy.

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Ender dropped his head onto Ben's chest and smiled the tiniest bit. "Fine," he murmured, "If you insist. Spaz away."

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Ben kissed the top of Ender's head. "When did this get so comfortable?" he asked quietly.

Oral sex-related spazfits aside, of course.

[endsthegame]

Ender took a deep breath. "I don't know," he admitted, "But I'm almost afraid to question it."