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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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.

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"Very hard," Ben agreed, trying to move even closer--a physical impossibility.

[endsthegame]

Ender let go of a shaking breath. "This feels so good," he whispered. "God-- do you have any idea-- the lines of your body-- muscle and skin..."

He was maybe a little incoherent.

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"Kuso, yeah," Ben moaned, panting hard. "Almost don't want it to stop--"

But only almost.

[endsthegame]

"Love you," Ender groaned, speeding up his hand on Ben in earnest now, his free hand sliding back up along Ben's back, lingering over the scars. "Love you, love you..."

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"Never tired of hearing that--" Ben replied, kissing whatever skin was closest as he rocked into Ender as hard as he could.

[endsthegame]

"Kuso," Ender stuttered out, cramming his eyes shut and arching his back.

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"So close--" Ben mumbled.

[endsthegame]

"C'mon," Ender panted. He wasn't capable of much more than just clinging on to him at this point.

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Ben whimpered softly and finally let go, shuddering against Ender and clinging just as tightly.

[endsthegame]

Ender groaned and pressed his nose into the crook of Ben's neck, following him only moments later.

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"We can just stay here, right?" Ben replied when he could finally talk again.