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]

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.

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"Good?" Ender panted, moving again.

... Yes, later he'd realize how stupid it was to ask that.

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"Very good," Ben replied with a breathless laugh. "C'mon, kreetle."

[endsthegame]

"Okay," Ender said, "Okay."

He rocked his hips forward like that again. And again. And again.

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Ben was reduced to encouraging noises and useless babble, one hand on Ender's ass and the other on the small of his back, offering support.

[endsthegame]

Ender dropped to one elbow as he let more of his restraint slip, caught in the motion of it.

There was something brushing against his stomach he was becoming increasingly aware of-- he glanced down.

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Ben blushed. "Hi there."

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"Hi," Ender returned, his mouth quirking a tiny bit. He shifted, sliding his free hand down.

That meant slowing down for a minute, but, well, it was only fair.

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Ben let out a deeply embarrassing (if he'd cared, which...no) needy whine. "Show-off," he gasped.

[endsthegame]

"You... complaining?" Ender asked.

... because if he didn't do that, well, this was going to be over fairly quickly as it stood...

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Ben laughed, squeezing his eyes closed. "I feel like I'm going to go off like a firework any second--"

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"You and me both," Ender said, tilting his head forward, moaning not-too-softly. The motion of his hips started to speed up again - his hand wasn't matching, because he could only manage so much coordination at this point.

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Ben wrapped his fingers in Ender's hair to keep him that close. "Love you," he whispered, barely loud enough to be heard--remembering to breathe was becoming a problem when all of his focus was on Ender's hips and hand.

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"Love you," Ender echoed. He shut his eyes and just... kept moving, the last dregs of his restraint draining away.

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"Ender," Ben whimpered, burying his head against his neck as he lost control.

[endsthegame]

That... caused a funny kind of feedback. "Kuso," Ender groaned, following him a moment later, letting go of Ben so he could plant that hand on the mattress.

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It was going to take Ben a minute to remember things like his name or how to breathe normally. Right now he was going to keep his head pressed against Ender's and wonder how long it would take for his heart to stop pounding.

[endsthegame]

Ender slumped against him and muttered something unintelligible. After a moment, a little more intelligible: "Nggh, Ben."