Could they just pretend that groan was because of the terrible innuendo, and not because of Ben's hand?

Probably as good a cue as any to start moving his hand faster. "You are very, very terrible," Ender muttered against his chest.

It didn't sound like a complaint, really.

Ender hummed against his chest. He still felt too lazy to turn this into a big production, but the closeness was nice.

He shifted a little upwards, sighing softly and then nuzzling Ben's neck.

"Mmm," Ender replied, his own hips snapping forward to match.

He dropped idle kisses into Ben's neck, dropping his free arm across Ben's chest.

His reward was a heavy gasp from Ender, whose toes curled, the fingers of both hands tightening on whatever happened to be in their grip.

Ender shut his eyes.

Was that a whimper? It might have been.

"You can do a few... really nice-- things with that-- tongue," Ender agreed. Current activity included, most definitely.

Not that he'd want to be that exposed in public. But in fantasy where spectators weren't real, it sounded... well.

He was having a little trouble thinking as it was.

"I'm not really the begging type, Skywalker," Ender said, his voice shaking a bit as he gave Ben another squeeze, his free arm slotting under Ben's as he curled it further around him.

"You would think so--"

Ender moaned as Ben picked up speed, his own hand moving to catch up.

"Jesus," Ender breathed.

He could picture it.

It was funny; he was usually the one with the words, but for some reason, whenever this happened-- all he could think of was biting at Ben's neck.

"Anyone-- ever tell you-- to get your mind out of the gutter--?"

Ender was in absolutely no position anymore to pretend like that didn't work for him.

Ender sighed. "Brat," he murmured. "You'd look pretty."

"Sometimes you make my brain melt," Ender murmured.

He was definitely out of it. "All the questions shut up."