Ben sat up and allowed himself to take a good long look. He smiled at Ender and reached out to thoroughly tousle his hair. "There."

"Maybe," Ben said, grinning at him. His cheeks heated up as he reached under the bed and pulled out the massage oil. "Maybe?" he repeated.

"You look good greased up," Ben said, blushing more.

Ben sucked on Ender's lower lip -- and stopped flailing.

Ben was more relaxed (well...sort of. Ahem.), and finally pulled back long enough to murmur, "Roll over," into Ender's ear.

Well that was a noise Ben would like to have repeated. He straddled Ender legs (which made him think of the diagrams he'd seen in the back of the book that he was pretty sure he wasn't brave enough to attempt just yet) and poured some of the oil into his hands, then began to massage Ender's back.

This wasn't the way they generally did things, and Ben was discovering whole new areas to kiss: he started at the nape of Ender's neck, then bit down.

Ben hummed happily, then noticed the scar. He ran his tongue over it, just to see Ender's reaction.

"Hi there," Ben said with a low chuckle, sliding his still-slick hand along Ender's side, then tried to move it to rest on Ender's stomach.

Hardly believing he was asking, he murmured, "On your knees, kreetle," then sucked on the fascinating little spot he'd just discovered.

...now there were rear ends touching...parts...and Ender's brain wasn't the only one threatening to leak out of his ears.

"Fuck," Ben whispered, squeezing his eyes closed.

Ben bit back a fit of extremely nervous giggles and focused instead on the back of Ender's neck. He found the scar again and lapped at it with his tongue, then slid his hand down from Ender's stomach and onto...other bits of Ender.

Sorry, Ender's brain. You never really had a chance here.

Once Ben's brain had stopped tossing up the mental equivalent of "!!!" and he'd started paying attention to how much Ender was enjoying it (had he ever been this vocal before?), he stopped flailing about the logistics and began to enjoy the sensations.

Especially the hair pulling. He filed that away to worry about later, and began moving his hand a little faster before running his teeth very gently over Ender's scar.

"Kuso, Ender," he gasped before biting down on his shoulder--mostly to give Ender's scar a little break. He didn't want this to be over embarrassingly quickly.