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]

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..."

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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.

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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.

[endsthegame]

"Oh."

Seemed like a better response than pointing out Ben was losing right now.

He rubbed at Ben's lower back... and then a little lower than that.

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Ben let out an undignified squeak and bit down on Ender's neck. "You are a big cheater."

[endsthegame]

Ender laughed, though it sounded slightly hoarse. "You're complaining?"

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"Not even a little bit," Ben replied, rocking into him.

[endsthegame]

"God," Ender groaned, shutting his eyes. He moved both of his hands, speeding up the one around Ben.

He was swiftly losing track of the challenge of it all, and now he'd just like both of them to get there.

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Ben bit hard at the hollow of Ender's throat and rocked into him again.

[endsthegame]

Ender let go of a frankly embarrassing noise, dropping his head back and sliding his leg further over Ben's waist.

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Ben reached his free hand out to hold Ender's leg in place, then sucked noisily at the mark he'd just left.

He was still trying to win.

[endsthegame]

Ender shivered and squirmed against him, any scrap of stubborn fight seeping out of him, apparently giving Ben permission to do whatever he wanted.

There may or may not have been a plan involved in that.

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What Ben wanted was for Ender to make more of those little noises like he so he rocked into him again and squeezed with his hand.

[endsthegame]

Ender groaned, his own hips bucking up back against Ben's. "Fuck, yes."

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"Keep talking," Ben mumbled, squeezing again.

[endsthegame]

"Hard to when you're doing that," Ender mumbled in a rush.