Sorelledolce [let's call it Sunday]

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Ben was starting to feel at home on Sorelledolce: he had a routine for getting produce for the week at the same store, where the older man behind the counter insisted on spoiling the baby with strawberries, plums or apples, depending on what he had available when they arrived. He'd then get bread at another shop (and a roll for Val to gnaw on), and then a coffee for himself (and an espresso cup full of whipped cream that Val smeared all over her face, to her great delight) before heading back to the ship.

He kept up his normal one-sided conversation with his daughter as they walked. "That's a puppy, Val," Ben explained. "And that's a chicken! And that's a lady who's glaring at us for no real reason but we're going to walk faster anyway..."

Just another Sunday morning. Ben kind of loved his quiet little life.

[OOC: For calls or the boy!]

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Ender let out a deep breath, collected whatever remained of his brain, and fumbled for the nightstand until he found the bottle and held it up.

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Ben fumbled the bottle for a minute, then figured it out. "You are so, so hot right now."

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Ender's hand snuck down so he could touch himself while he waited. He glanced back at Ben over his shoulder. "The feeling is mutual."

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"I love you so much," Ben said, expression soft. "Still gonna make it so you walk funny tomorrow, though."

Ben Skywalker: king of romance.

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Ender laughed softly. "'Kay," he said, dropping his head back onto the pillow.

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Ben nipped none-too-gently at Ender's shoulder as he moved two fingers inside, crooking them a bit because he was a dirty, dirty cheater.

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Oh. Kuso. Ender's legs trembled and he moaned, his hand speeding up on himself.

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"You don't want this to be over before I'm there, do you, love?" Ben whispered in his ear even as his fingers were working very hard to make it difficult for Ender to think any more.

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"No," Ender said, and was mildly proud of himself for not sounding shaky.

It still took him longer than he'd like to admit to drop his hand back to the mattress. Probably at least partly because of an involuntary squirm or two.

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"Good," Ben said, sucking a bit on the little scar on the back of Ender's neck.

He liked to make a thorough job of getting Ender to come apart.

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He was good at it, too. Ender's brain was starting to short out, and his hips rocked back into Ben's fingers of their own accord.

He groaned, fingers twisting into the sheets.

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Ben hummed against Ender's skin, getting a secondary sort of high from seeing Ender let go this way.

He slid his fingers out of the way and moved in closer. "I've got you," he whispered, rocking his hips slowly.

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Ender's breath hitched when Ben finally moved in; his skin was sensitive now, and he really felt that. "I know," he sighed, drawing out the word, smushing his face against the pillow. "Kuso."

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Ben went still for a moment to let Ender catch his breath.

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Ender sucked in a deep breath of air, adjusting to the feeling of being full, stretched.

Finally, he let his hips rock just a little bit backwards.

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Ben whimpered. "Kuso, you feel good."

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"C'mon, Ben," Ender said, his voice trembling. He reached back to touch his shoulder.

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Ben rocked his hips much harder. "Okay..."

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Ender moaned loudly, his hand slipping off of Ben's shoulder almost immediately because suddenly he needed to hold on.

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"There you go," Ben gasped, adjusting his hips so that he could hit that one spot each time. "Kuso."

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Kuso was right. Ender moved with it, beginning to rock his hips back in time with Ben's movements. He left his hands on the mattress, because he really didn't want this to be over too quickly.

He cried out, his eyes sliding shut.

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Ben moved his hand, but only to give Ender a squeeze to stave off the inevitable.

He was helpful. Sometimes.

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Sometimes, yes.

Ender pressed his face against the pillows and just focused on holding on, making louder and louder noises with each motion.

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Hearing Ender like that did things for Ben, who was now moving faster and harder and babbling incoherently in a handful of different languages.

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"Please, please, please," Ender chanted, not even really aware he was babbling the words at all.

He reached back, finding Ben's arm because it happened to be the closest skin available, and gripped it. Just to have something to touch.