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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Ben reached up to grab hold of the headboard with a low curse. "Your mouth should be illegal."

[endsthegame]

Ender would have laughed at that, but, well: busy.

With one hand, he reached for the nightstand - they'd gotten something a little more neutral than massage oil for this little venture, and, well, it'd work best while Ben was relaxed.

He dropped it on the sheets next to him, then refocused. (Which seemed to involve his tongue.)

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Ben moved one hand from the headboard and slid it down to rest on the back of Ender's neck, panting hard.

The tongue thing was his favorite, but he didn't want this to be over just yet.

[endsthegame]

They were kind of on a mission here...

Ender took the hint and took it down a notch. He had to focus for the next part anyway-- sliding now-slick fingers places.

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Ben whimpered and tried not to arch up. "Feels good," he whispered, opening his eyes to watch Ender for a moment.

They'd done this part before but he figured a little positive reinforcement couldn't hurt.

[endsthegame]

For either of them, really.

It was now that Ender finally picked up on the vibes of different-now that Ben had been talking about later - as he moved he kept having to remind himself he wasn't doing this simply to make Ben go over.

Slow and thorough, instead.

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Ben sighed softly and wriggled a little bit despite himself on the bed.

His hand moved to ruffle Ender's hair gently. "Love you, kreetle."

[endsthegame]

Ender pulled away eventually, sliding back up Ben's body to kiss him, fairly gently for where they were at right now. "You want to do this?" he asked softly.

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Ben cupped Ender's face between his hands. "I do," he said softly.

[endsthegame]

"I love you," Ender murmured, kissing him again.

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"I love you too," Ben replied, choosing to be honest instead of teasing in his reply.

He moved his hands from Ender's face to his hips. "Where do you need me?"

[endsthegame]

"That depends on you," Ender said, kissing him again - it felt important to keep doing that. "Supposedly if you sit down on me, that'll give you more control over it. But if we do it like this..."

Well, kissing, which Ender would demonstrate again.

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"I want the kissing," Ben replied softly, nuzzling Ender's neck. "Please."

[endsthegame]

"Okay," Ender murmured. He wasn't exactly surprised. "Could you move your legs up?"

He was already sliding his hands down to help Ben do just that.

[momslilassassin]

Ben moved his legs as requested (between kisses because he needed the reassurance right now), running his hands along Ender's spine as he did so (because he wanted Ender to be all right too).

[endsthegame]

A little more maneuvering was required until Ender was 1) in the right position and 2) capable of using at least one of his hands for other purposes than keeping Ben's legs in place.

He released a deep breath. "Okay," he said softly. "Here we go."

He moved his hand down to help and moved. Slowly.

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Ben had known more than his fair share of pain, so while this was new and not the most comfortable experience, a slight tightening of the muscles along his jaw was the only sign that he was hurting at all, and he covered that by kissing Ender's neck when he could get to it. "It's all right, kreetle," he whispered.

[endsthegame]

Ender had to push through the rush of tightgoodwarm his body was giving him - he couldn't just get pulled along while Ben probably felt otherwise.

So he stopped once he was... far enough in, breathing hard, forcing his body to keep still.

He muttered a soft curse under his breath.

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Ben was breathing just as hard, sweat beading on his forehead, as he shifted just a little bit and wow. "Ender," he whispered shakily.

[endsthegame]

"Yeah?"

Ender sounded about as shaky, staring down at Ben's face, trying to gauge his state of mind.

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"Keep going," he murmured, reaching out to pull Ender into kissing distance.

[endsthegame]

"Okay," Ender whispered, shaking a little as he complied.

He kissed Ben hard, grateful for the anchor.

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Ben let out a whimper and rested his hand on the small of Ender's back. "Kuso," he said softly, shaking a little as well.

[endsthegame]

"You okay?" Ender whispered softly, about as close to Ben as he was going to get... well, ever.

[momslilassassin]

Ben leaned in to kiss him fiercely, sending a pulse of what he was feeling: more than a little bit of lust, an almost overwhelming sensation of love, and the threat of being drowned by both of them. "Keep going," he repeated softly.