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 slid down the wall to sit on the floor, panting just as hard, and reached out to pull Ender against him.

[endsthegame]

Ender went with him easily - he was in fact already moving in that direction.

He kissed Ben, not as thoroughly as he'd have liked, but he still needed air too much.

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Ben was beginning to wonder if his heart would ever stop hammering in his chest.

"We're going to have a lot more dances," he declared inanely, kissing Ender's neck.

[endsthegame]

Ender chuckled. "Mhm," he said, running his hand through Ben's hair, then down along Ben's shoulders. He wasn't done yet himself, but he wasn't going to rush past a perfectly decent chance to lay here and touch Ben a lot.

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Ben was pretty sex-drunk, but not enough to have forgotten that Ender needed his attention.

"Love you," he whispered, sliding his hands down Ender's chest.

[endsthegame]

"Love you too," Ender murmured, cupping the side of Ben's neck with one hand. He pressed a kiss to Ben's jaw, and then a lingering one to Ben's mouth - he'd regained some of his breath by now.

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"Mmmm," Ben sighed, sliding his hand down to rest on Ender's leg.

[endsthegame]

Ender kissed him again, tracing patterns on Ben's chest. Sure, they were a messy pile in the corner of the hall already, but he couldn't even come up with a reason to move anywhere else.

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Ben shivered slightly, then tilted his head and began kissing down Ender's chest.

"Unless you're worried about rug burn," he murmured.

[endsthegame]

"I think I'll survive," Ender said, watching him with obvious interest.

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Ben smiled to himself, then scraped his teeth along the scars on Ender's chest as he made his way towards Ender's lap.

[endsthegame]

Ender gasped, planting his hands behind him on the floor to keep himself steady.

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Ben let out a little noise low in his throat--getting Ender to make noise worked as much for him as his babbling worked for Ender--and then let his tongue do a little bit of exploring.

[endsthegame]

Ender shivered at the sudden sensation, torn between ensuring he wouldn't fall over and touching Ben's head.

He resorted to paying very, very close attention to what Ben's tongue was doing instead.

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Ben's tongue was being very, very thorough, and his free hand slid along Ender's inner thigh.

[endsthegame]

"Kuso," Ender breathed softly.

He finally chanced falling over because he couldn't not reach out and touch the back of Ben's head.

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Ben hummed in approval and slid his mouth over Ender.

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Damn, but that felt good right now. Ender released a downright needy whimper and clenched his fingers in Ben's hair.

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Ben swallowed hard and increased his tempo--he wasn't interested in teasing this out for Ender, just in making him very, very happy.

The teasing could come when they finally got themselves to their room.

[endsthegame]

Ender mumbled a few expletives under his breath. Stared down at Ben's face and ran his hand haphazardly through Ben's hair.

He wouldn't last long at this rate, that was for sure.

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Ben slowed down a little bit as his free hand reached um to trace along the scar on Ender's ribs.

[endsthegame]

For some reason Ender couldn't quantify, that made him moan very loudly.

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Ben kept his hand moving in time with his mouth.

[endsthegame]

It really didn't take much more than that, as it turned out - Ender had been wound up for quite a while now. He shut his eyes and let go with a whimper.

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Ben stayed where he was for a minute, swallowing, then sat up and wiped his mouth with his hand, a slightly smug smile on his face. "Bed?" he suggested.