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 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."

[endsthegame]

Ender kissed his throat, then his collarbone. "You too," he whispered.

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Ben leaned his mouth up against Ender's ear, then whispered, "So are you going to fuck me against this wall or what?"

He was only half as embarrassed to ask that as he would have been when they'd first set out together.

[endsthegame]

Ender whimpered loudly, because um, Ben. "Right on that," he murmured, his eyes flicking up to Ben's face once-- then he sank to his knees.

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Ben moaned again and wrapped his fingers in Ender's hair. "Love you," he murmured, sending a pulse of just how keyed up he was right now.

[endsthegame]

That sounded like encouragement, didn't it? Ender would take it as such - leaning forwards to put his mouth to different use.

He'd been aching to do this for an hour.

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Ben whimpered and knocked his head back against the wall, hoping his legs would hold him up. "Kuso."

[endsthegame]

Ender reached one hand up for - ahem - support, shutting his eyes for a moment so he could focus on Ben's voice.

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Ben focused on the ceiling because watching Ender's mouth would make this end entirely too soon, and began babbling: about how he felt, about how Ender looked, about what he would be doing to reciprocate once this was over...

[endsthegame]

Ender shivered. Dammit, Ben...

He planted his free hand on the floor - he didn't want to touch himself and end this quickly, either. But he might have swallowed once or twice just to let Ben know he was really appreciating getting those details. A lot.

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Ben's words trailed off into needy little noises as he hand tightened in Ender's hair in a silent "please don't move" plea.

[endsthegame]

Like Ender was going anywhere.

He sped up his motions instead, his hand creeping up to rub over Ben's behind.

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Ben's head thumped back against the wall as he closed his eyes and tried to remember to breathe.

"Kuso, Ender--"

[endsthegame]

And then Ender's fingers slipped places.

He was going to get as much noise out of Ben as he could tonight, thank you.

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Ben got much, much louder, and his knees were threatening to buckle on him.

He stopped his hips from rolling through a massive amount of willpower: choking Ender would be a bad, bad, bad idea.

[endsthegame]

Bad idea, yes, but not entirely calculating in the fact that Ender was prepared for the eventuality-- not that it mattered. He slowed down a little again so he could put his tongue to work... and so he could look all the way up and see how Ben was doing.

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Ben whimpered, then looked down.

And moaned. "Kuso. You look so good."

[endsthegame]

Ender didn't break eye-contact, but he definitely upped his game after that one-- tongue-wise, especially, because he really, really needed to see Ben let go now.

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He wouldn't have to wait very long: Ben's hips snapped forward a little and he let out a low whimper as he let go.

"Fuck."