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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"Still de-- bating that," Ender mumbled, his breath hitching.

His hips gave a tiny jerk up.

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Ben's hips rocked involuntarily at that, and he moved his mouth back to distract himself.

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Ender whimpered out something that might have been Ben's name, gripping Ben's hair tightly.

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Ben hummed out his approval at that and moved a little more quickly.

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Ender gave in and rocked up shallowly into Ben's mouth, trying to hold back as much as possible.

Ben wasn't making it very easy right now; his head was spinning and he badly wanted more.

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Ben finally pulled away with an obscene little noise. "Put your hands up on the frame," he whispered, crawling up to murmur in Ender's ear. "Gonna fuck you now."

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Ender moved to comply immediately, and found his arms were trembling. "Kriff," he said, swallowing, and only then managed to reach up and put his hands on the bedframe.

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Ben rewarded him with a kiss. "Love you."

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Ender's answering "Love you," was a whole lot more breathless than Ben's.

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Ben rested his forehead against Ender's as he moved all the way in again and paused, panting.

"Kuso."

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Ender's body offered none of the resistance it had the first time around; in fact, it welcomed him back. Ender himself whimpered loudly, a wave of bliss passing over his face as he suddenly found himself very, very close.

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Ben moaned and rocked his hips as slowly as he could (which wasn't that slowly). "Ender."

This had been such a good idea.

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Ender let out a mangled expletive of some description, his legs sliding further up to give Ben more space.

If this was slow...

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Ben let out a slightly strangled whimper and adjusted their angle.

Much better. Not great for making this last long, but much better.

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This time it was Ender's turn to gasp "Ben," and suddenly he had to yank a hand off the bedframe and grab himself before this really did end on the spot.

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Ben let out a breathless laugh. "Must be doing something right."

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Under other circumstances, Ender might have passed a snarky comment. Now he just stretched himself out, arching his back, and whimpered softly.

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Ben's expression softened. "Beautiful boy," he whispered, rocking his hips again.

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Ender let out a loud moan, giving up on paying attention to anything else but what he was feeling right now. His fingers tightened on the bedframe and on himself, his breathing coming out in needy panting.

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"I've got you," Ben whispered, no longer trying to draw this out. "Gonna feel so good--"

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"Can't--" Ender mumbled, voice strained.

He rocked his hips into Ben's and whined.

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"Go ahead, love," Ben gasped. "Want to feel you."

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Ender let go of himself. He barely had the time to stretch his arm back out for the bedrframe when he let go completely, moaning loud, arching his back again until the sound tapered off into a stream of whimpers.

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Ben moaned loudly, hips rocking hard into Ender as he chased his own release. "Ender--"

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Ender made a muffled noise, letting go of the bedframe.

He was completely out of it, still. He just wrapped his arms around Ben and held on, making little needy noises every time he moved. Everything felt good and too much and like a blur and he really, really needed to keep feeling Ben.