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

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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]

"C'mon, then," Ender said, kissing him again. He ran his fingers over Ben's spine and then up into his hair.

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Ben's hand reached out, looking for the little bottle Ender had left on the nightstand.

"Working on it," he said, sucking at the slight mark he'd left on Ender's neck.

[endsthegame]

Ender sighed, messing up Ben's hair on purpose. He didn't mind lingering, exactly - he wasn't trying to skip ahead to anything - but, well, the kissing was just really nice, and he might not be running on a full contingent of brain cells now.

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The kissing was really nice, and Ben was doing a lot of that as he warmed the gel in his hands before starting to leave little slick lines on Ender's skin.

[endsthegame]

Ender squirmed a little regardless of Ben's efforts to warm it up. "Mhm." One of his hands crawled down and tugged on Ben's pants.

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"Something you need, kreetle?" Ben murmured, sounding more easy in himself than he had the last time.

[endsthegame]

"I need you to get out of these pants," Ender decided, nipping at his bottom lip.

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Ben whimpered softly. "Please."

He reached down and shoved his pants down to his knees, then kicked them off to land...somewhere. He didn't really care where.

[endsthegame]

Ender moved back in to kiss him again, sitting up a little so he could get a nice grip on Ben's behind, pulling him close.

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Ben whimpered again as skin touched skin. "You feel so good."

[endsthegame]

Ender nipped at his neck. "You want to sit on me this time?" he murmured. "Or try something else?"

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"Making me think?" Ben said with a breathless laugh. "I can sit on you."

[endsthegame]

"Mm," Ender said, running his hands over Ben's hips. "Let's."

He took one of Ben's slick hands and pulled it down.

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Ben shivered as his hand touched...things...and places. (Shh, even his inner narrative was a little nervous again.)

[endsthegame]

Ender let go of his hand and stretched back up to kiss him. "It's in your hands," he murmured. "I love you."

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"Love you just as much," Ben replied, shifting Ender's legs, then his own, in an effort to get comfortable. "Ready?"

[endsthegame]

"If you are," Ender said, touching his cheek again, trying to communicate some reassurance.

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Ben let out low, happy moan as shifted gradually--and slowly--onto Ender again.

"Kreetle?"

[endsthegame]

Ender gasped, clinging to Ben's sides as he went. "Yeah," he said, swallowing. "'m good."

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It took Ben a minute to find his voice again as he rested against Ender. "This feels even better than the last time."

[endsthegame]

Ender was a bit busy scrambling to get what remained of his brain back together. This felt really, really good.

"Yeah," he said.

It was easier keeping his hips still like this.

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Ben was panting even before he started moving again. "Kuso," he whimpered, loving the feeling of control he had.

[endsthegame]

"Fuck," Ender groaned, shutting his eyes for a moment. That felt amazing-- and it wasn't just the physical movement that was doing it.

He tilted his head back and let Ben take the reins.

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"You look so good," Ben whispered, moving just a little faster and then leaned out to suck on the hollow of Ender's throat.

[endsthegame]

"Me?" Ender asked. He gasped loudly and dug his nails into Ben's hips. "You-- feel-- better than that--"