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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[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.

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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.

[endsthegame]

Ender sighed, shutting his eyes for a moment.

He pulled back a little bit, then moved again, trying to be careful while following his body's instructions.

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"You're not going to break me, Ender," Ben whispered, kissing the hollow of his throat, then sliding his hand into Ender's hair.

[endsthegame]

"Maybe... not," Ender panted. "Not gonna be careless with you anyway."

He moved again. It felt really, ridiculously good.

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Ben whimpered again, beginning to move in time with what Ender was doing. "Love you so much."

[endsthegame]

"Love you," Ender said, kissing him again. His hips found a - careful - rhythm.

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Ben groaned out a Huttese curse as his nerves finally settled, he stopped worrying so much about Ender and he allowed himself to really feel what was happening. "Didn't know it would feel like this," he whispered. "You all right?"

[endsthegame]

Ender pressed his forehead against Ben's and chuckled breathlessly. "More than," he murmured.

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Ben kissed him again. Anything that made Ender look like he did and laugh like that was a Very Good Thing in Ben's book. He scraped his fingers down Ender's spine and rested both hands on Ender's ass, whimpering as the angle shifted slightly.

[endsthegame]

Was that a good whimper? Ender wasn't completely sure, but... Ben'd warn him if it wasn't, right?

Right.

He rocked forward with a little more confidence, trying to get more noises out of Ben. (Okay, partly to make sure that had been a Good Noise.)

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Ben gasped and rocked back against Ender. "More," he murmured. "Please."

[endsthegame]

Well, that was fairly clear...

Ender groaned. "Kuso," he said, taking off some of the brakes he'd put on himself.

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Ben sighed softly as he released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding--he'd felt Ender holding back and was afraid this hadn't been working.

"I've got you," he whispered, then bit down hard on where Ender's neck and shoulder joined together.

[endsthegame]

Ender whimpered audibly. "I know," he said, "I know."

He pressed his hands against the mattress by Ben's shoulders to get a little more traction, rocking his hips forward hard, experimentally.

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"Kuso," Ben gasped again, giving Ender's ass another squeeze. There wasn't any way for Ender to get physically closer, but Ben was trying anyway.