"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.

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.

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.

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."

Ben chuckled again and kissed the spot right behind Ender's ear before squeezing his hand. "You too."

Ben whimpered, but it wasn't because of the weight. The look on Ender's face was one he'd remember for a long, long time. "Hot."

...so Ben wasn't exactly coherent right now either.

Ben moaned and closed his eyes. "My turn," he echoed.

Ben groaned and began moving his hips again. "Fuck, Ender--"

He was more than a little keyed up at the moment.

Ben gave Ender's hair a good yank as he finally let go and was caught up in a sudden fit of the trembles.

"Wow," he said, collapsing onto a pillow.

Ben smiled over at him before curling a little closer.

"Mmm," Ben agreed, lazily kissing Ender's neck. His brain hadn't fully kicked into gear again just yet.

"Feeling a different kind of wobbly now," he babbled.