Room 614, the Arms Hotel, Sunday morning

[momslilassassin]

It was positively decadent, sleeping on a soft mattress without worrying about mosquitoes, bickering teenagers, annoying co-workers, or potential planetary eradication...

So Ben was sleeping in today. Mmmm. Sleep.

[OOC: For Ender!]

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Ben made a real effort to relax. "Just have to keep the Pequeninos from getting too impatient. They keep trying to get closer to our ship."

[endsthegame]

"They wouldn't get anywhere in time anyway," Ender said. "They'll come to understand."

He just had to find a way to explain it right...

"But it'll wait, Ben."

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Ben sighed. "Yeah. Sorry. My brain just won't shut up."

[endsthegame]

Ender smiled softly-- again.

Then he moved his mouth a little further south, running his tongue over places.

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Ben let out a low moan. "That'll help."

[endsthegame]

"That's the idea," Ender murmured.

And then he wasn't saying much at all, because his mouth was busy.

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"Ender--" Ben groaned, voice cracking as he worked very hard not to move. Because moving might make Ender stop and no.

Just...no.

[endsthegame]

Ender pulled away, though, and ran his tongue over Ben's thighs. "Turn back around," he whispered.

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Ben shivered and moved again. "Kuso, you're amazing."

[endsthegame]

"Not that amazing," Ender said wryly, "But thanks."

He pressed his hands gently against Ben's hips, then slid his mouth over him.

If this didn't relax Ben, he didn't know what would.

[momslilassassin]

Well, it was definitely a different kind of tension?

It had certainly stopped Ben's brain from going into overdrive.

[endsthegame]

It was an old trick Ender remembered from back when he was the one with trouble stilling his brain.

He ran his hand up Ben's body as he set an easy rhythm and applied himself-- thoroughly.

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Ben wrapped his hands in the sheets and rocked his hips just slightly, biting his lip to stop from crying out.

[endsthegame]

Ender's questing fingers found one of his nipples and gave it a pinch. His other hand crept back down to cradle him, and he pushed on to take a little more.

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Ben had gotten accustomed to being quiet to not wake the rest of the house, and let out a soft little gasp. "Ender--"

[endsthegame]

Ender pulled back, just for a moment. He hadn't wanted to interrupt himself before, but... "You can go a little louder, love," he teased, smirking up at him. "We have no neighbors."

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Ben laughed softly. "That's true," he said, reaching out to tangle his fingers in Ender's hair. "Back to where you were. Promise to be louder."

[endsthegame]

"Yes, sir," Ender teased, and then he slid his mouth back over Ben.

He wasn't going for anything complicated this morning. He just wanted Ben relaxed.

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Ben let out a louder moan and tightened his grip in Ender's hair. "Make me stop thinking, love."

[endsthegame]

Ender swirled his tongue around the tip, putting in significant effort to do just that.

His fingers went back to playing with Ben's nipple, trying to keep his focus distracted.

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Ben let out a whimper and arched up just a bit. "Kuso. Good good good."

[endsthegame]

Ender went with him; he had Ben's tells memorized years ago.

He took all of him again a moment later, humming in the back of his throat.

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"Ender," Ben gasped, looking down to watch. "You're kriffing gorgeous."

[endsthegame]

Ender pulled back a little - slowly, so Ben had something to watch - so he could lave more attention on the head.

He was happy to make it a show.

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Ben shuddered. "Fuck," he whispered, watching avidly.