"Without spending too much time under the bed," Ender teased, sliding his thumb along the red on Ben's cheek.

"Terribly so," Ender said, kissing him to prove it. "A lot of the time."

Ender gasped softly, rocking his hips back. He dropped a kiss to Ben's jaw. "Don't let your ego overinflate," he said.

"I'll do my best," Ender promised. He slid his hands along Ben's sides, and squirmed not unhappily in his grip. "C'mere."

There were other things Ender could think of doing that involved their mouths.

Ender's soft laugh twisted into something closer to a moan halfway through that, his hands sliding up over Ben's back and into his hair. "Point well made."

Neither of them were particularly sensitive, but Ben's mouth on his skin always felt good. He shivered a little, his legs parting to make it easier for Ben to sit between them. "You do," he sighed.

Ender snorted softly at him, amused. "Trying to get the right picture?"

Not that he wasn't enjoying the looking.

Ender's eyebrows went up, but he was still smiling. "Definitely," he said.

"Stop flailing, Ben." Ender smiled at him and tugged him down for a kiss.

That was better.

Ender applied teeth and tongue to keep Ben that way, drawing the kiss out for maybe a little longer than originally intended.

Not that he minded.

That hit a little lower than expected. Ender groaned softly from the back of his throat in response and rolled over, not even really having to think about giving Ben the lead on this.

Ender was fairly sure there was some level of masochism involved here - vital and rather interested body parts being trapped against the mattress and all - but he didn't much care. He'd never exactly disliked Ben's massages, and he wasn't about to start now.

He hummed a low noise, shifting against the mattress.

Ender gasped, instinctively reaching back to touch the back of Ben's head. That was... really not far at all from his monitor scar, he realized vaguely.