Room 614, the Arms Hotel, Sunday morning

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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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"Good," Ben said, moving faster. "C'mon, kreetle."

[endsthegame]

"Talk to me," Ender groaned, rocking his hips along as well as he could.

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Ben leaned his mouth down by Ender's ear and started talking, using that wrecked, deeper voice as he told him exactly how good this felt and how much he loved seeing Ender this way.

[endsthegame]

Oh, kuso.

Ender dragged his fingernails along Ben's chest and rocked up one more time.

Then he was gone.

Ben's voice. Every single time.

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Ben squeezed his eyes closed and bit down hard on his lower lip to distract himself from just how good that had felt.

[endsthegame]

Ender took a deep breath. He felt like a puddle, but this wasn't over yet.

He gave Ben a nudge.

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Ben gave a little moan--every nerve in him was screaming for some kind of release--and flopped ungracefully onto the bed.

[endsthegame]

Ender slid down without a moment's hesitation. He hadn't forgotten just how much he'd wanted Ben in his mouth just a few moments ago.

He acted on that thought almost immediately, grabbing Ben's hips with both hands.

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Ben let out a heartfelt, quiet, "Fuck."

[endsthegame]

Ender would've considered a smart-ass remark if both his mind and his mouth weren't otherwise occupied right now.

Very occupied.

He slid his mouth all the way down like he'd wanted to, then set a quick rhythm. No frills. Just this.

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And Ben had lost all control over what his mouth was doing right now, babbling an incoherent stream of consciousness about all of the things he'd do to Ender (after a nap because they weren't 20 any more) along with how kriffing good this felt right now.

He wouldn't last long at all and was reduced to counting imperfections in the ceiling to make this last longer than the first few motions of Ender's mouth.

[endsthegame]

Oh, Ben.

Ender slid one hand between Ben's legs, running his fingers over places as he pulled his mouth up just a little and swallowed.

Just let go.

(And he'd file that stream of words away for later. Mmm.)

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Ben's eyes rolled back and he let go with a low, broken cry.

Kuso.

[endsthegame]

Ender rode it out where he was, his fingers smoothing gently over Ben's stomach.

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Ben was pretty sure he blacked out there for a second. "Kriff."

[endsthegame]

Ender pulled away and decided to swallow, for expediency's sake. He just wanted to wallow right now.

He slid up Ben's body and pressed his face into Ben's neck.

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"Love you so much it's sickening," Ben whispered, clinging tightly.

[endsthegame]

"I'm more than happy to be sickened by you into perpetuity," Ender sighed.

He wasn't fully there yet, either.

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"Good," Ben said, kissing him. "Not lettin' go."

[endsthegame]

Ender kissed him back, sliding his arm around Ben's waist. "Don't have to."

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"Hasn't gotten old yet," Ben murmured.

[endsthegame]

Ender smiled. "Well," he said, "We'll check again in another thirty years..."

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"And if we're still alive, I'll still love you," Ben said.

[endsthegame]

"Planning to check out on me so early, Skywalker?" Ender teased, kissing him again. "Because I won't let you."

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"Good," Ben said, closing his eyes and leaning in. "I'm just all out of brilliant plans for not exploding at the moment..."