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.

That was the scar for an incision that had at one point gone straight down into his brain stem. The response was immediate, like a cold charge. Ender's toes curled, and his fingers curled with them, into Ben's hair. He wimpered, and not too softly, either.

Yes, that was... new.

Of course, Ender's brains were going to leak out his ears if Ben kept doing that, so it was probably in his best interest to move now, while he still could.

So he did, hand dropping away from the back of Ben's head mainly out of necessity. He didn't say anything - he didn't want to throw Ben off his stride.

Ender's hand groped back somewhat unsteadily until it found the back of Ben's head again, and he took a few breaths in a not entirely successful attempt to scoop his brain back up where it belonged.

"Fuck," he echoed.