momslilassassin | Room 204 [early evening]

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

"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.

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.

...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.

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.

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.

None at all.

Ender moaned, his fingers clenching in Ben's hair and his hips rocking forward into Ben's hand. He was really not complaining here.

As you could tell by the noises.

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.

Ender squirmed against him in response - possibly deliberately. It wasn't as if it had escaped him exactly where certain parts of Ben's anatomy had wound up.

"That's good," he groaned. Sure, that was kind of obvious, but being encouraging never hurt, did it?

"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.

"God," Ender murmured. He finally let go of Ben's hair, running his hand down along Ben's body until he was touching Ben's behind. "You are-- really, really, really hot--"

So maybe he was babbling a little.

At least he was still forming words and sentences! Ben wasn't sure he could do that any more, and wasn't really inclined to try.

His hips were rocking in unconscious rhythm with his hand and his moved his thumb to flick over the tip.

Getting Ender to babble was fun, but that wasn't the ultimate goal here.

Ender's head dropped back against Ben's shoulder now that he could, his hips rolling forward into it, then back to meet Ben's.

He wasn't babbling anymore now, concentrating too much on the motion of Ben's hand and the solidness of him behind him.

Ben's breath was coming in ragged gasps now as he fought to maintain control for a little longer. His mouth found Ender's scar again and he bit down.

Ender had wanted to know what Ben'd wanted: he now knew. More of this. A lot more of this.

Ender cried out, and nearly lost it right there. His fingers dug into Ben's hip hard as he struggled to hold on, too.

"Oh," he mumbled.

Ben burst out laughing. "Oh?" he repeated, tracing the shell of Ender's ear with his tongue.

"C'mon," he added in a low voice, pressing closer. "Let it go, love."

"Oh," Ender repeated firmly, shivering a tiny bit. He pushed back against him, allowing Ben's voice to peel away some of the vestiges of his self-control.

Something dawned on him that was both funny and true. "Nice bits," he said.

Yeah, his brain was definitely a puddle somewhere.

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