Ben & Ender's house on Shakespeare [some evening]

[momslilassassin]

Ben was curled up on the sofa with Ender's rather dry book on anatomy after Ben's research into the subject had brought up suggestions like "Bend Over," "Eating Out," and other titles that had sent Ben into an unhelpful cycle of flail. (Jane had a wicked sense of humor, not that Ben knew that.)

He had a dish of ice cream while he waited for dinner to warm up--his only outward sign of nerves--and kept glancing at the door waiting for Ender to come home.

Just another night, right? If he kept repeating that to himself, maybe he'd believe it.

[OOC: This is going to get waaaaaaay NWS, methinks. For the boy.]

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[endsthegame]

Ender slid his fingers under Ben's shirt, touching along his stomach.

He pressed closer. He was going to make Ben forget about everything even if it killed him.

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Ben sighed softly, sliding his fingers to the back of Ender's neck. "Feels good."

[endsthegame]

"That's the idea," Ender murmured, kissing him again.

He gently pulled up Ben's shirt.

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Ben let out another little whimper at that. "Kuso, kreetle," he murmured. "Why does this feel so different tonight?"

He was hyperaware of Ender's movements right now.

[endsthegame]

"Because you spent all day working yourself up?" Ender asked, his tone gently teasing.

He pulled Ben's shirt off and tossed it to the ground. "If you want to stop at any point tonight, just say so, okay?"

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"You too," Ben replied, kissing the hollow of Ender's throat. "I love you."

[endsthegame]

Ender smiled. "I love you too," he said softly, sliding his hands up over Ben's shoulders.

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Ben shivered slightly and slid his hands up under Ender's shirt as well, running his fingers along the scars there.

[endsthegame]

Ender sighed, leaning back for a moment so he could peel his own shirt off.

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Ben began leaving a trail kisses along Ender's shoulder blades as soon as Ender's shirt was gone.

"You are so ridiculously good looking."

[endsthegame]

Ender flushed pleasantly. "If that's true, we're a matched set," he said, running his fingers along Ben's sides.

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"I think we're a matched set anyway," Ben babbled before sucking on the hollow of Ender's throat.

[endsthegame]

Ender inhaled sharply, responding by running his nails over Ben's nipples.

Taking their time was good. Yes.

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Ben moaned softly, then bit down on the little piece of skin he'd been kissing. There was something to be said for waiting this long--they knew the buttons to push on each other to make them stop being nervous.

[endsthegame]

Ender whimpered, tilting his head back. He didn't fall idle, though, pinching where he'd just been touching before.

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Ben hissed in a breath and closed his eyes, focusing on the sensations he was getting as well as those he was giving. "Kuso, Ender."

[endsthegame]

Ender leaned back a little, this time pulling Ben with him.

It would be terrible if they didn't make use of the couch's full length, right? Terrible. "Mm."

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Terrible!

"I feel better now," Ben commented with a tiny smile, keeping his hands above Ender's waist right now as a tiny act of willpower.

[endsthegame]

Ender smirked up at him (that was on purpose). "Glad to hear it," he said, running his hands up and down Ben's chest.

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Ben shivered again and rocked very gently into Ender before kissing his neck.

[endsthegame]

Ender sighed, smoothing his hands over Ben's spine, then down until they settled on his behind. Then he leaned up and kissed him again, intending to make it last.

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Ben made another, louder, noise, and rocked into Ender more deliberately this time.

[endsthegame]

"Guh."

Ender took a firmer grasp of Ben's butt and pulled him in close, rocking up against him in turn.

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Ben's breath hitched. "Kriff, you feel good."

[endsthegame]

"You too," Ender murmured, nipping at his bottom lip.

On any ordinary night, this would've been where he'd suggest going upstairs. As it stood... no. Not yet.