Shakespeare Colony [A month later]

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They'd waited for the weather to turn more reliably warm and dry before hosting an outdoor dance in the center of the village. The fight over music had been mostly smoothed over by agreeing to vary the selections between what the colonists who'd arrived recently liked and what the natives had become used to after Ben had offered to provide enough droid spoken word albums to last the entire dance to break the impasse.

Because everyone had agreed that droid spoken word albums were the worst.

And now, in the fine tradition of dances everywhere, no one was dancing in the area cleared for that purpose as everyone gathered in nervous groupings around food and drink tables, staring at people across the floor and hoping someone would ask them to dance.

Ben sighed and tugged at the tie around his neck. "Should we draw names from a hat or something?" he asked Ender.

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Ben sighed but finally managed to get off the steps, at least. All the way to their room (which was, in non-hormone-hazed terms, not that far) might be asking a bit much when Ender was this kissable.

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Ender seemed to have pretty much the same idea, because the moment they'd gotten away from the stairs he was kissing Ben again, hands all over Ben's back.

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Ben pressed Ender back against a wall (at least there wasn't a railing now?) and slid his hands over Ender's sides, trying to push as close as possible.

[endsthegame]

Ender was hardly going to complain about it now - and even if he wanted to, he was already using his tongue for something else. He kept running his fingers up and down Ben's back, feeling out skin and scars equally.

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"Fuck," Ben breathed, working on getting Ender's pants off, or at least down and out of the way.

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"Please," Ender murmured, nipping at Ben's neck while Ben was distracted.

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Ben's groan echoed a bit down the stairs. "You're being distracting and this button is hard," he complained.

[endsthegame]

Ender chuckled softly against Ben's neck. "How's this, then?" he said, keeping still.

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"Better," Ben replied, making short work on Ender's pants, then his own and going back to kissing him.

[endsthegame]

Ender cupped Ben's ass with both hands this time, pulling him even closer. He groaned at the contact, and nipped at Ben's bottom lip without much subtlety.

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Ben growled out a curse in Huttese and stroked his fingers deliberately along the scar on the back of Ender's neck.

[endsthegame]

"Mmm, yes," Ender breathed. He propped himself up against the wall and slid his hand down Ben's thigh.

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Ben rocked hard into Ender for that, gasping into his neck.

[endsthegame]

Ender dug his nails into the skin there a moment later. He kissed Ben's cheek and then the side of his neck since those were most available, his mind a pleasant blur.

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"Fuck," Ben groaned, sliding his hand between them to find the part of Ender that seemed a little neglected so far.

[endsthegame]

Ender hummed happily in the back of his throat, his hand sliding forwards to return the favor.

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"Ender," Ben whimpered, rocking into his hand and moving his own a little faster.

[endsthegame]

Ender groaned and kissed Ben's neck, moving his own hand faster to match. "It'd be-- shame if this ends here," he mumbled. "Want to taste--"

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Ben shivered. "Me too," he babbled, closing his eyes and biting down hard on Ender's shoulder.

[endsthegame]

After a few more hoarse breaths - moving, making noise, kuso - Ender found enough semblance of sanity to let go of Little Ben, twisting and shoving him up against the wall this time.

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Ben moaned again, pulling Ender as close against him as he could. There was no such thing as too close right now.

[endsthegame]

"Gonna have to let me go a little bit," Ender murmured, then kissed him again. Hard.

Because consistency was for losers.

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"In a minute," Ben replied. "You taste good too."

[endsthegame]

Ender slipped his hand down again to touch Ben. "Mm, okay."

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Ben gasped. "You feel good too."