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 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--"

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Ben moaned. "More of that," he said, shifting against Ender again.

[endsthegame]

Ender scratched along his hips up over the scars on Ben's back. It was all that was keeping him from crying out right now.

He was, however, mumbling nonsense under his breath.

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Yes, this wasn't really the way to stay coherent very long, but Ben couldn't bring himself to care because it felt so good.

He kissed Ender's neck because it was there and tried in vain to set some kind of tempo.

[endsthegame]

Ender tried (mostly also in vain) to get his breathing under control. He gripped Ben's sides and attempted to help him out just a little by moving his hips as much as he could, considering his current position.

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"Fuck," Ben gasped, panting hard and moving slightly faster. It felt like every nerve ending in his body was firing at the same time.

[endsthegame]

Ender's hands groped up along Ben's chest, settling eventually over his pectorals. "Look at you," he whispered. Mostly because that was about all he was capable of doing.

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"Can't," Ben replied breathlessly. "Busy feeling you."

[endsthegame]

Ender gasped and rocked his hips up again in reply.

This was so much better without the worrying and the flailing and the... it was good.

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Ben got louder when Ender did that, scraping his fingers along Ender's spine and panting Huttese curses into his neck.

[endsthegame]

Ender pressed a kiss against his shoulder and moved again, gasping some other, equally multilingual curse words.

His hands slid back along Ben's back, clinging on for dear life as he chased... something...

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"Please, please, please," Ben whimpered, not really sure what he was asking for.

[endsthegame]

Ender moaned none-too-softly, having a brief moment of clarity - or possibly just instinct. He moved his hand down between Ben's legs to help him. Awkwardly, but still...

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Ben muffled (or tried to) his cry against Ender's neck. "Kuso, kuso, kuso--" he repeated as he moved as well as he was able to, hoping not to beat Ender to a climax, but everything was starting to go dangerously hazy for him...

[endsthegame]

Ender had stopped talking; he was panting rapidly now instead, making little noises in the back of his throat.

He really wasn't sure of much right now other than that he desperately needed to keep going and it wouldn't be very long at all.