"It's you," Ender said, and kissed him, "and me."

And that mattered more than anything else about it.

Ender laughed. "Yes, we are," he said, pressing another kiss to Ben's mouth. "But I think now I'm going to focus on making you feel good for a long while..."

He slid his hand down and wrapped it around Ben.

Ender kissed his way back up along Ben's jaw.

"Next time I'm going to tie your wrists again," he whispered softly in Ben's ear. "I won't let you do anything, but I'll shove you up against that wall and fuck you and I won't go gentle, I'll make sure it bruises."

Ender began to move his hand in slow, even strokes, to match the tempo of his hips. "You're all mine this morning," he murmured, "And I'll be all yours in the afternoon..."

"I look forward to it," Ender whispered.

He thrust in hard, just once.

"I love you," Ender mouthed against Ben's neck, "But boy, you love it rough..."

Not that he minded.

"A lot," Ender said fondly, making his thrusts a little rougher.

Ender kissed him firmly.

Then he shoved his other arm around Ben's shoulders and flipped them over so Ben was on top.

Ender's hand hadn't left certain parts of Ben's anatomy, oddly enough. "Hi," he said, leaning up to kiss him. "Ride me as rough as you like."

Ender laughed softly. "You taught me right," he teased, wrapping his free arm around Ben's shoulders more firmly. "And this is all your work..."

Reminding Ben he'd never slept with anyone else in his life always seemed to work well enough.

Ender moaned loudly, rocking his hips up to match. "You were a hot teacher."

"What are you teaching me today, then?" Ender teased.