"So much for using that information for good," Ender said, agreeing with the narrative.

He reached for the box of tissues on their nightstand.

Ender could have shot him a look, or smacked him, but that wouldn't leave much of an impact.

He got a stupidly terrible random idea instead. Stupid because it might not work, and also stupid because it was going to taste terrible, but if it did work it would really help make his point.

So he was going to drop those tissues and use his mouth to clean up Ben instead.

Ender's response was to nip at his stomach.

Okay, it could taste worse.

"You could try that," Ender said, flicking his eyes back up to Ben's face. "But I'd get you back."

"Depends on the timing," Ender told him vaguely.

That should probably scare you, Ben.

This was... kind of flying straight past his original intentions, but Ender was just going to improvise.

Like by biting Ben's stomach again. Harder.

Ender grunted in response as little sparks of pain shot up his back.

He ran his tongue over the mark he'd just left. Sucked on the skin a little.

Okay, he'd definitely gotten distracted again, but he didn't really mind.

"I'm going to remember this one," Ender murmured.

And so not use it for good, no.

But right now he was going to take the invitation and leave a bite mark on Ben's thigh, too.

Ender let go of a harsh breath against Ben's thigh. "I..." he muttered.

Then dropped his chin onto Ben's thigh. "...Hadn't planned to start something again..."

It had seemed a little early.

"I know, but I don't want to overdo it," Ender said, with a shallow laugh, and gave Ben's bits an amused peck.

"Afraid Tony will ask questions if you have to go for a post-engineering shower?" Ender asked, dropping his head onto the leg in question.

"In that case, can the embellishment," Ender said, reaching out and tracing a pattern up Ben's other thigh towards his... parts. "Or I'm actually coming after you with a brand of some description."

"'Skywalker, Ben', Ender said. 'Treat with care'."

Because of course he'd never brand anybody possessively.

Instead he was, apparently, going to trace his finger lightly along... Ben.