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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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.

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Ben finally let go with a low cry, burying his face in the crook of Ender's neck.

Kuso.

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Ender gasped softly, hugging Ben even closer.

He didn't want to let him go even a little bit.

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Ben panted as he slowly came back to himself. "Nggggh."

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"Mhm," Ender hummed softly.

Now that he was coming back down, too, his fingers were tracing little patterns on Ben's back.

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Ben shivered at the touch--nerve endings were still on overdrive--and he smiled lazily up at Ender. "Okay?"

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"'kay," Ender sighed. "Love you."

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"Good," Ben sighed back, running his tongue over a bruise he'd left on Ender's neck.

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Oh. After all that, Ender was entirely too sensitive; he whimpered and trembled against Ben.

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"Too much?" Ben murmured.

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"Dunno," Ender said.

He pressed a haphazard kiss to the side of Ben's head.

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Ben shivered. "I see what you mean," he said. "Almost too much...but feels really good."

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"Kriff, yes," Ender said. He nuzzled idly at Ben's cheek. "Feel like that in me right now."

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Ben kissed him lazily. "Want to feel like this as long as I can."

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Ender let out another sigh against his mouth, then slid his hand up into Ben's hair and kissed him back, drawing it out.

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Ben sighed happily. "Kriff, but I love you."

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Ender smiled up at him. "I can feel that," he teased.