Feldspar slides their tongue against his leisurely, fumbling just a little as Kent sits them both up.

“I’ll yelp,” they reassure him, hand pushing through his hair. “Don’t worry.” It’s so soft, sort of delicate, and Kent’s head is rounder and leads down to a strong neck with alluring shoulder muscles…

“Don’t stop.”

No regard for danger, no regard for consequences. That’s Feldspar. That’s been their whole life, and they feel it now too.