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."

"You were talking," Ender breathed against his neck, giving Ben another squeeze before speeding up his hand, too.

Well... Good in a different way, that's for sure.

The kisses Ender was pressing to Ben's throat had gone from being somewhat focused to being open-mouthed and sloppy. Not that he cared, really.

"Love you," he said. "Love you love you..."

Ender buried his face in Ben's neck and made the quietest little noise, letting go.

"You're messy again," Ender pointed out.

Not the point.