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momslilassassin) wrote2013-03-25 08:07 pm
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Ben & Ender's bedroom, Shakespeare [Monday evening]
It was old habit that led Ben to sit on asking Ender "what the hell was that?" about their meeting with Cade, their frankly terrifying and surly grandson, what the hell what the hell what the hell, until they were tucked into bed together.
"Soo..." he began. "What the hell was that?"
[OOC: For the boy!]
"Soo..." he began. "What the hell was that?"
[OOC: For the boy!]
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He sped up his hand.
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He gave Ben a little squeeze this time, and moved his other hand down to touch along his scars.
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He dug his nails - not roughly, but also not entirely gently - into the scar he'd been touching.
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Because Ben was mean sometimes.
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Ender shut his eyes involuntarily and groaned. Not as softly as he would've liked.
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Mean, mean, mean.
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He made little noises against Ben's skin.
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Ben was panting in earnest now, trying not to be overwhelmed by what he was feeling combined with what he was picking up from Ender.
"Kuso, kreetle," he whimpered, giving his hand a little twist.
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He leaned in and kissed Ben.
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