Ender kissed him again, deeper this time, as he added another finger and pressed his body against Ben's.

He just wanted to help Ben relax-- whatever he needed. If that meant directing whatever nervous energy he held himself, so be it.

"I've got you," Ender whispered softly. He curled his fingers, but his mouth didn't move far from Ben's.

Ender touched Ben's face with his free hand. Kissed him again. "Always will," he said quietly, removing his fingers.

Ender quickly slicked himself up, too, and then nudged Ben's legs into position.

"I love you," he murmured, and pressed in slowly.

"I doubt it," Ender said fondly, his eyes fluttering shut.

Though not before kissing Ben again. That part was important.

Ender kept moving, slow and gentle, until he was all the way in.

Then he stilled, shivering just a bit, but wanting to take the time to kiss Ben thoroughly before anything else. Let them linger in the feeling of togetherness now that they could.

Ender smiled back softly.

Then he rolled his hips for the first time.

Ender kissed his jaw. "Of course," he murmured, rocking his hips in again.

"I know," Ender said. He let out a little sigh as he set a rhythm, not rough, but not overly gentle either.

He wanted this to last.

Ender kissed him slowly, thoroughly. He slid his hands over Ben's hips and pulled on them, shifting them into a slightly more comfortable position.

"That's the idea," Ender whispered in his ear. He smiled. "God, you're beautiful."

Ender laughed softly. "And here to think I worried I'd stop being attractive to you in my old age," he teased, stretching up on his hands so he could look at Ben better.

Ender's smile softened. "Now you," he said quietly, "You've somehow managed to get more handsome every day since we met."

He leaned in and kissed Ben again.