Ta'a Chume'Dun, Hapes, Hapes Cluster, Friday evening

[momslilassassin]

Ben leaned against the balcony of their suite in the Fountain Palace and sighed softly. Hapes really was ridiculously beautiful, and while he preferred Naboo because of the lack of constant political posturing, he did enjoy getting to show Ender and Val off to Tenel Ka, who flatly refused to believe he was old enough to have a baby of his own when she could still remember changing his bottom.

The laughter from her guards at that had almost made the embarrassment worth it. "I think it's time for dinner soon," Ben called into Ender. "It's hard to gage here by the sun because it never gets fully dark."

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Ben let out a little sigh and began stroking Ender's hair in time with Ender's mouth.

Kuso, this felt good.

[endsthegame]

It felt like a while since the last time Ender had done this. Ben'd asked for more, and he'd get it-- but right now he wanted to focus on smell and taste and the sounds Ben was making.

He bobbed his head further down, dragging it out.

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Ben moaned softly. "Kuso, you're good at this."

[endsthegame]

Ender pulled off of him, but he didn't go far. "Feels like I'm a little out of practice," he said wryly.

Of course, his tongue said otherwise a moment later.

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"Disagree!" Ben squeaked. "So, so good."

[endsthegame]

Ender had to stop himself from laughing. Instead he was humming when he slid his mouth back down again.

You were welcome, Ben.

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Ben's gratitude was both loud and profane.

[endsthegame]

Which was how Ender liked it. At least behind closed doors.

He sucked noisily in response, fingers rubbing up and down Ben's chest, searching for old, fading lines to touch.

He'd move on... in a minute. Honest.

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Ben yanked a little on Ender's hair, encouragingly.

As far as Ben was concerned, Ender could stay there as long as he wanted.

[endsthegame]

Ender's other hand drifted away from Ben's wrist, down to settle between Ben's legs. He ran his thumb over places as he sped up his rhythm elsewhere, getting more eager now that he was getting used to it again.

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Ben moaned loudly and yanked harder on Ender's hair. "You feel--kuso--keep going," he babbled.

[endsthegame]

And here Ender had been hoping to find the bottle. Groping around with his free hand didn't net him much, so he pressed his thumb against Ben more firmly.

He pulled back a little to let his tongue swirl around.

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Ben let out a deeply needy little whimper. "Mmm," he finally managed. "Slower."

[endsthegame]

Ender pulled his mouth off of him, sucking in a deep breath of air. "Get me the bottle, and I will," he said.

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Ben sighed happily and floated the bottle towards Ender. "Here."

[endsthegame]

Ender smiled, kissing his thigh as he took the bottle. "Any requests?" he asked softly, as he put some on his fingers.

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"Just...slow, and with you up here with me," Ben murmured.

[endsthegame]

"Okay," Ender said softly.

He slid one finger into Ben gently, putting his other arm down on the bed.

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Ben let out a low whimper and moved his legs further apart.

[endsthegame]

Ender kissed his chest, then his abdomen, moving his finger until he could fit in a second one.

Then his mouth slid lower, taking Ben again.

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Ben cried out. "Ender!"

He dug his fingers back into Ender's hair and shoulder to keep him right where he was. Because yes. Please. More of that.

[endsthegame]

Ben had said slow. So Ender went slow, taking his time to stretch Ben while he worked up and down slowly.

He opened his eyes and peered up at Ben.

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Ben was watching him back avidly, eyes focused (well, more or less...) on what Ender's mouth was doing. "Love you," he whispered.

[endsthegame]

Ender did his level best to make this worthy of the attention he was getting. He pulled off, taking the time to lick as much of Ben as possible. Third finger pressing up and into him, almost ready.

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Ben whined, rocking into Ender's fingers. "Please."