openmisc | Kent/Feldspar

The pressure Feldspar feels with Kent’s legs around them is perfect. They push their tongue into his mouth and groans softly as they slide it against his.

They feel Kent’s arousal pressing against them this time and huff loudly through their nose.

Kent raises his hips up towards them, trying to pull them down and into him. "Hey, flyboy...I want to fuck you," he mutters, feeling his cheeks flush at the admission.

Feldspar sucks at his lip and pulls back, feeling their hips press into Kent’s hard enough to send a jolt through them.

“I want to be fucked,” they tell him, running their thumb over Kent’s warm cheek. “You’ll have to tell me what that means first though.”

"Don't repeat it around the hatchlings," he mutters, breathing them in. "But it's when I put my dick in you. Somewhere. Anywhere, really."

He laughs, arching his back.

Must be a curse word of some sorts. It sounds crude and a little filthy - Feldspar likes it.

“Then yes, definitely.” Kent inside of them - that sounds incredible. “I want you to fuck me. Your choice.”

"What feels good?" Kent asks, starting to strip them both. "A choice would help."

He has been dreaming about this since the night before. He's been absolutely distracted.

Feldspar sits up and follows Kent’s lead, pulling off his shirt and running their hands up and down his chest.

“Everything does,” they answer honestly. “I’ve never…gotten fucked in the ass, but I hear that people do that. You can have me whatever what you’d like, Kent. You know me, I’m adventurous.”

Kent chuckles. "That takes a little more prep work than just wanting it. At least for us. I've never - done anything else. But I think it'll be fun with you. To try."

He wiggles out of his pants and moves up on the bed. "You on top," he tells him.

Feldspar’s eyes widen as they finally realize what Kent had meant the night before. They’d only ever had sex with someone who had the same parts as him - which isn’t a weird concept considering Hearthians are all the same, but clearly they’ve got something that Kent’s never experienced before.

Feldspar moves off of Kent and peels off the rest of their own clothes, looking with curiosity and appreciation. He’s beautiful - and he’s all theirs.

“Alright,” they grin, putting their hands on Kent’s chest and moving back on top of them. Kent’s cock brushes against their inner thighs and teases their opening, making Feldspar shudder. “Mm. You’re bigger than most Hearthian.”

Kent groans at the gentle touch against his cock and he almost rock his hips up into them. He reaches up and takes his hand, kissing their fingers and gripping his shoulder.

"Is that a problem?"

Because he needs to know before he loses - too much control.

“No,” Feldspar smirks, “no. Hold still.”

They sit up and wrap their hand around Kent’s cock, giving a few appreciative and teasing strokes - they can see his desperation - before they ease down on top of him. Kent slides in so easily, it feels like he was made for them.

Feldspar lets out a low groan as they continue to sink further down. “Mm…oh…oh Kent…”

Kent reaches down and grips the blanket with one hand as they slide down onto him. It feels - odd. Not what he's used to, but almost better. Warm and wet and tight. Kent groans, unable to help how he pushes up into them.

"God, yes," he breathes, wanting to take them to the hilt.

They seat themselves fully on Kent, feeling so completely filled. They breathe slowly, putting a hand over their pelvis and imagining Kent inside of them, joining them together.

“Kent,” they groan, giving an experimental thrust. “So good. So good, Kent…”

Kent takes his free hand and wraps it around Feldspar's cock gently, stroking them there, even as he rocks up into him.

"Jesus...I never knew how good this could feel," he moans. "Fuck, yes..."

Feldspar whimpers softly as they start to find a rhythm together, fast and deep, reckless just like they like everything else. With Kent’s hand on their cock - an expert hand, they might add - and his big, fat dick inside of them Feldspar feels like they might explode.

It’s perfect.

They reach for Kent’s other hand and press kisses to his palm, his knuckles, the tips of his fingers. Then they draw two of the slender fingers into their mouth and suck.

Kent cries out, cupping his face, gasping as he feels himself build.

"Feldspar," he moans, moving in time with them. His body is warm to the touch, sweat breaking out along his forehead.

They notice the glisten on Kent’s forehead - they didn’t before, when everything was harried and in the dark- and they think about licking it off their skin.

“Kent,” they exhale, biting his fingertips. “You’re very pretty.”

He laughs, a little breathless and strained. "Kiss me," he demands, moving his hand along their length in rhythm.

"Kiss me," he begs again.

Feldspar obliges, leaning forward in spite of Kent’s hand to kiss him soundly and sharply. They bite at his lips and lick into his mouth, wanting to devour him completely.

Kent raises up on one elbow, hand still moving, never wanting to leave them. He can feel deep inside them, his cock practically aching to finish. He holds himself back as long as he can but he pushes up inside of them again and again until the heat flushes his body and he comes with a groan and a bite to their lips.

They can feel when Kent starts to twitch and spill inside of them. It’s a new sensation, intense but perfect, and they shudder softly as they taste just a tinge of blood on their lips.

Feldspar pulls back so they can bear down on him again, hoping he stays hard long enough to bring them off too. They’re so close.

He focuses completely on them next, licking his palm before he touches them again, rocking into them as his cock holds on for dear fucking life.

Ah, it’s perfect. Feldspar hisses between their teeth and tries to scramble for purchase on Kent’s chest, the feeling building and building and then crashing as they come around Kent’s cock and spill onto his stomach.

“Ungh.” They hang on a moment to catch their breath and then roll forward onto his chest.

Kent kisses them through it, his fingers stroking along the back of their head and along their neck.

"God, you're perfect," he mutters, exhausted and clingy.

Feldspar wriggles their hips until they’re both untangled, then slides back over them lazily to continue receiving the adoration.

“You are,” they mumble. “You’re amazing. I’m never going to want another cock unless it’s yours.”

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