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 was quiet for a long moment, thinking it over. "All right," he murmured, "if you're okay with it too."

[endsthegame]

"I am," Ender said, kissing his forehead. "I just want to do whatever you'd be most comfortable with."

And while he had his share of worries about this, he was much better at keeping his cool and not letting stress rule him than Ben was.

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"We'll try that then," Ben replied, snuggling closer and relaxing more completely. "You're so nice to rest against," he commented softly.

[endsthegame]

"I try my best," Ender said, hugging him close. "I'm working on increasing my padding and everything." He nodded at the plate.

Like at the rate he usually ate his dinner, he was ever going to be anything other than lean.

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Ben snorted. "The first sign of you turning to overeating and I'm dragging you bodily to a doctor," he said fondly. "That's not you."

[endsthegame]

"Or is it?" Ender asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

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Ben nipped at Ender's jawline. "I like to think I know you pretty well," he said, "and no, it isn't."

[endsthegame]

"Fair enough," Ender said, cupping his cheek and kissing him properly.

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Ben let out a low noise, shoved aside the nervous butterflies in his stomach, and wrapped his fingers though Ender's hair. He didn't want his trepidation of what was coming to ruin how good this felt now.

[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."