Aboard the Mrs. Morgan [a month after last time]

[momslilassassin]

Game night had gone without a hitch (well, other than the argument Ben had in his halting French with a colonist trying to skip Park Place in Monopoly) and he and Ender were now heading back to their room after a brief stop for ice cream and drinks in the mess.

"That was fun," he said, bumping his shoulder into Ender's. "Movie night next?"

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[endsthegame]

"One of those days," Ender agreed, pulling him closer. "Maybe we should have gone for the wall after all."

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"Next round," Ben replied, sliding his hands down to Ender's fly.

[endsthegame]

Ender obediently shifted so Ben could get his pants off quicker. "Let's just do some good old-fashioned horizontal kissing," he advised, "And we'll figure it out from there."

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"Knew you were smart," Ben said, dropping Ender's pants onto the floor to rest with his, then went back to kissing him with a little more urgency.

[endsthegame]

Ender slipped his hands into Ben's hair and kissed him back with equal intensity, if not more, sliding one of his legs over Ben's.

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Ben scratched his hands along Ender's sides and moaned softly. "More," he murmured in Ender's ear.

[endsthegame]

Ender nipped at Ben's jaw, shallowly rocking his hips up. "Yes, sir," he whispered back.

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He slid his fingers up Ender's inner thigh. "Like this?"

[endsthegame]

"Very much," Ender said, quirking a slightly amused smile and pressing it to the hollow of Ben's neck. "Feels nice."

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"Nice?" Ben bit down--hard--on Ender's neck again. "I don't want to be nice tonight."

[endsthegame]

Ender's breath hitched, and one of his hands shot up to cup the back of Ben's head. "I can handle that," he said, panting a little as his eyes sought out Ben's face.

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Ben watched him intently, then smiled. "We can stop any time," he whispered.

[endsthegame]

"I know," Ender said, leaning in to kiss him. "But right now I'd rather not."

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Ben kissed him back fiercely. "Good," he said, "because this feels really good right now..."

[endsthegame]

"Yeah, it does," Ender said, giving his hips another leisurely roll. "But I think you're still on 'nice'..."

Poking Ben with a metaphorical stick as well as a real one? Oh yeah.

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"Brat," Ben growled into Ender's ear before sliding down to nip Ender's nipple.

[endsthegame]

Ender released a little gasp, playing with the hair on the back of Ben's head for as long he could still reach it. "You're one to talk."

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"I'm an expert at recognizing at them," Ben replied, biting along Ender's scar.

[endsthegame]

"Is that so?" Ender asked breathlessly.

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Hearing Ender sound like that hit Ben right in the...well, slightly lower than the gut.

"It is," he said, biting down hard enough to leave a mark.

[endsthegame]

"Fuck," Ender groaned, pulling on Ben's hair in response.

Not to stop him, mind.

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"That's the plan, yeah," Ben mumbled, nipping on the spot of skin just under Ender's belly button.

[endsthegame]

"One of these days that pun is going to get old," Ender warned, squirming a little.

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"But it hasn't yet," Ben insisted, kissing his way south.

[endsthegame]

"I would argue with you about that, but it feels pointless," Ender sighed, training his eyes on what Ben was doing.