openmisc | Kent/Feldspar

Everything’s kind of new; Kent’s body may be Hearthian-shaped, but he’s definitely not Hearthian. There’s long hair and a brush of some kind of hair on his eyes and face, his mouth doesn’t purse like a Hearthian, his ears are small and delicate, his nose lifts - there’s bound to be a lot of differences underneath his clothes. Feldspar would be a liar if they said they weren’t eager to explore his body.

They bring Kent’s face close and kiss and suck on his lips, marveling at how warm he is, how soft his skin, how good his mouth tastes. They have another taste, dipping their tongue back into his mouth to lick at teeth and tongue and lips.

Kent happily opens his mouth to them, deepening the kiss again and again, pressing his fingers into their back. He trails those fingers down along Feldspar's spine and marvels at the strength of the muscles there. He can feels scars and bumps and tense knots and he massages his fingers along them.

He pulls back to catch his breath, sliding one leg around their's.

"Clothes off," he finally decides because, like them, he wants to feel them.

Clothes off. Oh. They weren’t expecting…

That’s so quick.

Not that the blood’s not rushing to various parts, and Kent’s face is flushed and they’re both starting to sweat, their kisses becoming hot and heavy, everything feeling kind of hurried and desperate.

They sit up and start to pull off their belt and tunic, the civilian clothes underneath their flight suit. Then they go for Kent’s shirt, hands shaking slightly from adrenaline as they pull apart the buttons and see more hair.

“You’re hairy here too…” they marvel.

"Yeah, that's how we keep warm," he chuckles, running his fingers along their chest. "Otherwise, we'd freeze to death."

He sits up to kiss them again. "This alright?"

“Yeah,” Feldspar says without an ounce of hesitation in their voice. “Yeah, I want to see you.”

They pull apart Kent’s shirt even further and stop. There are little puckered…nibs, for lack of a better word, at the peak of Kent’s very strong-looking pectoral muscles.

“What are these?”

They touch one, first with their fingertips and then with their thumb when the skin starts to respond.

Kent swats their hands away playfully. "Nipples. Useless in males. Females use them to feed babies. But they're...real sensitive still." As evidenced by how he squirms under them.

Nipples, and they’re sensitive. Good to know.

Very good to know.

“Sensitive as in ticklish or painful? Or sensitive in another way?” they wonder innocently, trailing their fingers down Kent’s sternum.

"Another way," he insists, his hands resting on Feldspar's hips. "You want to know more, or do you want to keep exploring?"

That’s a good question. Feldspar looks at those inviting little nubs and ultimately decide that this is a voyage of discovery, and so they must press on.

They answer Kent by pulling open their shirt further and finding -

“You’ve got a hole in your stomach!”

"Mmhmm," he nods, massaging his fingers against their thighs. "That's where the parasite lives that comes out and eats any little fingers that go into there," he says woth a completely straight face.

He’s not serious, Feldspar knows that. But also.

Also maybe?

Also like that’s never stopped them before. They lean down and press an exploratory kiss to the spot, then when nothing happens - and they do wait - they circle around the little indent with their tongue.

Kent shivers. "It's remnants of the umbilical cord. How we get nutrients from our mothers before we're born," he breathes. He tries to think of something, anything, that might calm the ache he has now between his legs.

It's not working.

"Felds...you can't know this, but you are killing me. Not - literally but - "

And apparently it’s a sensitive spot too. Good. Another thing to add to the list.

Feldspar could feel…something happening to Kent. Something pressing back against his leg, insistent.

They lean back, giving Kent a little room to breathe, but also enjoying the sight of Kent with a bare chest. He’s…impressive. Beautiful.

“Show me. I need to know.”

"You don't need to. You want to," he grouses playfully, but reaches down to push his pants from his hips. He slides a hand along his cock, unable to help from getting some relief.

They sit back while Kent pulls the pants down off his hips, giving him room but also giving himself space to really look.

It’s different, really different, but there are just enough similarities that they think they can figure out what some parts are meant to do. Definitely Kent’s hand on himself gives them a good sense of what part is the sexual organ, and the look on Kent’s face as he touches…

Yeah. Yeah, this’ll do.

They wonder what they look like not aroused. They’ll have to ask Kent at a later point to show them.

“You’ve got more to see,” Feldspar says, feeling kind of stupid. “More…outside of your body.”

Kent raises up, one hand propping himself up as he kisses them. "You're the explorer. I thought you might want to see first. Besides, I'm all touch."

Kent is not wrong. They are an explorer, and they do want to see everything. They kiss them back, butting their heads together briefly.

“What do I…um…call this part of you?”

Kent flushes. "Uh, it's got a lot of names. Penis is scientific but not...sexy. Cock. Prick. Dick. Any of those."

He laughs, sliding his hand down his length again. "What about you, huh?"

“You first, okay? I’ve got…I’ve got a lot of questions. Is the whole thing a penis, even these?” Feldspar asks, reaching down to smooth their hand over their thigh, past the long part that Kent was touching, down to the low-hanging part.

"No."

He squeezes his eyes shut, raising up into their touch, almost against his will. "Those are - testicles. They create and carry the genetic material. The sperm. That comes through the shaft of the penis at - uh - orgasm."

Sort of similar to how it works for Hearthians, and it’s fascinating. They decide to both feed their interest and their own desire as they take his cock…prick? No, cock sounds good. They take Kent’s cock into their hand, calloused fingers sliding over the length and down into the hair at the base.

It’s so soft, so warm. The head is swollen and red, and Feldspar - Feldspar likes it very, very much.

Would Kent’s parts work with theirs?

Their parts are currently stirring, wanting. Thank the stars they’re not currently in their cycle - not that Kent could probably mate with them, but having an egg now would be a detriment to their flying.

“What do you like being done? My hand? My mouth?”

He reaches down and takes their hand. "This, for now, I think." He guides them slowly, taking himself by the base and stroking up, brushing fingers against the sensitive tip.

He groans, rocking into their hand. "Fuck..."

Feldspar bets that rocking together would feel nice too, but for now they don’t need to fall away into fantasy, not with Kent looking like he does on his own bed.

They lean forward and repeat the gesture, stroking from base to tip, thumb rubbing gently over the leaking head.

Somehow this doesn’t feel strange at all. Somehow seeing Kent like this, without his clothes and in the throes of arousal, feels like something meant for Feldspar. Their Kent. He’s theirs.

Kent keeps one hand around theirs, guiding less and less, and the other hand goes up to the back of their neck to hold them still.

"Hey, you're supposed to kiss me, flyboy," he mutters.

“Sorry, you’re just…” They laugh and lean down to kiss him hard. “You’re just so pretty. I’m distracted, y’know.”

Their hand still moves, albeit awkwardly as they try to also kiss him. For someone so coordinated when they fly they sure are fumbling at this.

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