Nagoya [a month later]

[momslilassassin]

Ben was still smiling as they walked away from the Portalocity terminal, his hand in Ender's. "That was a nice visit," he said. "Dad's really, really excited about becoming a grandfather, huh? I think the Ewok-themed nursery might be a bit much, though."

[OOC: For the boy!]

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[momslilassassin]

Ben moved his other hand to run along Ender's spine as he nibbled gently on Ender's lower lip.

They hadn't had an old-fashioned makeout session in a while and he was wondering how long he could keep this up before someone got impatient.

[endsthegame]

Well, that was going to be an interesting test, wasn't it?

Ender sighed, pressing back, taking the time to explore the texture of Ben's tongue. His hand slipped down to Ben's cheek, touching it gently.

[momslilassassin]

Ben let out a small noise and tilted his head to rest against Ender's hand, then slid his hand down to rest on Ender's neck and slip over the scar there.

[endsthegame]

Ender whimpered, shifting against Ben as that sent a spark down his spine.

"Cheater," he whispered.

[momslilassassin]

"Sometimes," Ben agreed, kissing the hollow of Ender's throat.

[endsthegame]

Ender's fingers slid further down, smoothing over the lines of the scars on Ben's shoulders. Ben might've had his shirt on, but Ender knew them by memory.

[momslilassassin]

Ben shivered. "You know me too well," he said. "I need another scar or tattoo or something to surprise you."

[endsthegame]

Ender chuckled. "Please don't," he murmured. "I think you've got enough scars already."

He slid his hand down to another set a little lower on Ben's body.

[momslilassassin]

Ben nipped at Ender's jaw just below his ear. "Maybe."

[endsthegame]

"And I don't entirely trust you not to think it's romantic to get my name tattooed on your ass, next time you go out drinking," Ender teased, tilting his head up. "So that's a no on that, too."

[momslilassassin]

"Wouldn't go on my ass," Ben declared, sucking on Ender's neck. "Would go on my hip. Better place for you to kiss. It'd say 'if lost, return to Andrew.'"

[endsthegame]

Ender laughed, slipping his hands just underneath Ben's shirt, on his sides. "Seems like an awkward place for bystanders to check if they need that information."

[momslilassassin]

"Good point," Ben replied, nipping down. "Guess I'll skip the tattoo."

[endsthegame]

"So no new tattoos and no new scars," Ender sighed. "Sounds good to me."

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Ben sucked hard enough to leave a bruise. "Well, okay, then. Just because you're cute."

[endsthegame]

Ender whimpered, digging his fingers into Ben's sides. "Glad to be cute."

[momslilassassin]

Ben kissed the other side of Ender's neck. "You're ridiculously good looking. It's not fair."

[endsthegame]

"How is it not fair?" Ender murmured. "You're prettier than me."

[momslilassassin]

Ben gave up and straddled Ender's hips, settling into his lap to kiss him more. "Not true."

[endsthegame]

"Definitely true," Ender said, sliding his hands down along Ben's behind. "Handsome on every level."

[momslilassassin]

Ben whimpered against Ender's skin. "Biased."

[endsthegame]

"I had to get my bias from somewhere," Ender teased, squeezing gently.

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Ben wriggled in Ender's lap. "It's not a complaint..."

[endsthegame]

Ender groaned. "Brat," he said fondly, kissing Ben thoroughly.

[momslilassassin]

Ben twisted his fingers through Ender's hair and kissed him back, documentary forgotten.