openmisc | Kent/Feldspar

“Well…I’ll tell ya, a lot less hair. None, in fact,” they tease him, trying to take a little of the attention away from the heat in their cheeks and neck.

“Um…well, for starters I’ve got a penis, sorta. We don’t really have a scientific name for it or anything, we just call it a sex. It’s shaped differently than yours though - I mean, you’ll feel for yourself, and underneath there’s an opening for the…fertilization.” Stars. This feels like trying to tell hatchlings about mating.

“Here, help me out of these clothes, I’ll let you feel for yourself.”

“

He leans in and kisses their neck as he helps him out of the pants. "Yeah, it's real romantic to give a whole biology lesson, isn't it?"

But he doesn't mind it now. It - suits them, strangely enough. To take it slowly, to kiss and immediately launch into a way to explore each other.

"It's really helping the mood," they laugh, tilting their head so Kent kiss down their neck. They can't remember the last time they had someone kiss their neck - maybe that little drunken grope between them and Gossan that one night? Maybe. The sapwine had been rough then.

They sigh quietly, hips wriggling to try to get the pants down. Once they're on the floor they shiver - it's a lot, being naked and in the bed with their best friend, never mind the biology part.

"Hey, you alright?" he mutters, wrapping his arms around them, stopping his exploration for a moment at the feeling of the shiver.

"We don't have to go any farther."

"Yeah," they say quickly, "yeah, I'm good. I'm good. I just..."

Feldspar brings their hands back up to Kent's head, kissing him slowly. "You really mean a lot to me," they murmur against his lips. "This means a lot."

"Yeah," Kent breathes and there's nothing but relief in his tone. "I don't - I don't do this casually. But you - " He slides his hands down their back. "You're different. Maybe it was because we talked about asses first thing."

"You were helpless to my charms," they sigh sadly. "How could you refuse the handsome pilot that rescued you from that barren planet? You had no choice but to fall for me."

He groans. "If you're going to talk like that, then you can sleep with the hatchlings tonight."

But he continues to trail his hands down to their hips, between their legs.

"Not if you leave me like this, I'm not," they say, squirming as Kent reaches down. They've been hard for a while now, and aching in those places that want to be filled, and they have absolutely no idea what they want more from Kent, but it really doesn't matter so long as they're touched.

"Leave you like what?" he mutters, then his hands stumble along the gentle length that seems so similar and so different from his own.

"Ah, I see." He slides his fingers along from base to tip, exploring the opening in the back. "And all of this is an erogenous zone?"

They groan as Kent's fingers start touching - and oh stars, there are five of them, that's right - their own hands grabbing onto his shoulders. They nod softly. "Uh huh. We...we go through periods when..."

Oof, it's hard to concentrate. They suck in their breath sharply.

"When we're hormonal and wanting someone to help us...yeah." Make a hatchling. Whatever. They just want Kent to keep touching them like that. "But it all feels good all the time."

He isn't as skilled with one as the other, but he does wrap his fingers around the length again so he can enjoy exploring that.

"Lay down, then," he mutters. "Or you'll fall off the goddamn bed."

“An embarrassing injury, for sure,” they say through gritted teeth. They grab for Kent’s shoulders as they lay themselves back, legs spreading on their own accord as they’re touched.

Oh, oh damn.

This is waaaaaay better than all the other fumbles in the dark they’ve had. They whine and gasp, hips raising to Kent’s hand.

Kent leans down, pressing kisses to their stomach and thighs, running his tongue along that length, exploring it as he brushes his fingers against the small slit against it.

"I really only have experience with one part," he murmurs.

Ooh. Oooh tongue is also very, very good. They try to stop wriggling long enough to hear what Kent’s trying to say -

“You haven’t really had experience with any of my parts though, to be fair,” they remind him. “It’s all kind of new.”

"Do you want me to argue that or would you rather I do something else with my tongue, huh?"

And he flicks the tip of it with a flat tongue, listening to the sounds they make as he slides his mouth around them fully.

As easily as the snark would normally come, Feldspar finds that their mouth goes completely dry. Nope, that’s what they want, forget the rest.

They tentatively put their hand on Kent’s head, just wanting to pet their soft hair again.

Kent moans softly at the touch, reaching up to wrap one hand around their wrist.

He bobs his head, finding a steady rhythm, even as his tongue works them, wrapping around the tip.

Kent’s hand tells Feldspar that it’s okay, so they continue touching his head, combing their fingers through his hair, occasionally tightening their grip as Kent sucks a little harder or hits a certain spot that makes them yelp.

They didn’t realize that this was something a person could be good at. Feldspar arches their back as they feel everything push and build and pull - and then they come, gasping loudly.

Kent isn't used to them yet, but he can't mistake that tension and release. He pulls away, the taste of them on his tongue. It's not like anything he knows, slightly sour and something like citrus, but he doesn't mind it at all. In fact, he rests his head on their stomach briefly, pressing a kiss there.

Feldspar can hear themselves give another gasp for breath, but oddly enough they can’t feel anything but the weight of Kent’s head on their stomach.

When they’re a little more collected they smile and continue to pet Kent’s hair. No Hearthian skulls - from now on they want whoever’s in their bed to have hair, and that’s final.

“I hope you’re ready for hatchlings,” they deadpan, hoping Kent will rise to the bait.

Kent doesn’t even laugh. He kisses his stomach again. "Let's have five," he murmurs against his skin.

Ohoohoo.

“Ten.”

They smooth Kent’s hair down.

He raises his head and his hair falls in his face. "Fifteen, and I get to name ten of them Kent Jr."

He smirks. "Which is a very funny joke."

“Twenty, and I eat half of the Kent Jrs.”

Which is also a very funny joke.

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