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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[momslilassassin]

Ben's little noises got louder and he moved his hand a bit faster. Not too fast, though--this wasn't about making it easy for either of them.

[endsthegame]

As evidenced by Ender panting, "Is that the worst you can do?" into Ben's ear.

He phrased it as a taunt, but he was honestly... well, curious.

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"Not even close," Ben said, turning his head to kiss him fiercely.

He was a little afraid of tapping into that particular part of himself, though, which was why he kept stopping to check in.

[endsthegame]

Ender kissed him back just as hard, gripping Ben's behind with his free hand now. (Shush, he was fond of it.)

He nipped at Ben's bottom lip, giving him some space, but not a whole lot of it.

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"Kuso, that feels good," Ben replied, moving his hand a little faster.

[endsthegame]

Ender groaned, moving his hand - and hips - to match that.

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"But if you wanted me to be meaner, I could slow down again.."

[endsthegame]

Ender snorted softly. "I don't think you can," he murmured into Ben's shoulder.

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"The only one this is hurting is you," Ben replied, though that was very much not true, and slowed down.

[endsthegame]

"Then you have no problem keeping it up," Ender murmured.

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Ben laughed a little giddily. "Well, you have it in your hand..."

[endsthegame]

Ender snorted, nipping down on the skin at the join of his shoulder and his neck.

He slowed his hand down, too.

[momslilassassin]

Ben shuddered slightly. "I can take it," he murmured, running his free hand back over the scar on Ender's neck.

[endsthegame]

Ender shivered in turn, dropping his face fully against Ben's neck. "Can you now."

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"I can out-stubborn you this time, love," Ben replied, rolling his hips into Ender's.

[endsthegame]

That earned him a grunt. "I hear a lot of talk," Ender murmured. "Maybe I should have just shoved you up against that wall and made you shut up..."

[momslilassassin]

Ben kissed him again--and shut up, at least for the moment.

[endsthegame]

Ender made sure to kiss him back hard. And thoroughly. Very thoroughly.

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Ben let out a needy little whimper, but didn't move his hand any faster.

[endsthegame]

Ender nipped at his lips, then at his throat.

One was a little rougher than the other.

[momslilassassin]

Ben was going to have to borrow a scarf, huh?

"More of that," he replied.

[endsthegame]

They were both going to get accused of being hipsters at this rate.

Ender sucked on the mark he'd left, shifting a little to get more... well, comfortable.

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Ben sighed in response and squeezed his hand around Ender.

[endsthegame]

Ender whimpered against his skin. "Ben..."

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Hearing Ender's voice sounding like that did things to Ben. "Shit," he gasped, moving his hand faster.