openmisc | Kent/Feldspar

Kent/Feldspar

"Just once more," they had said when Ellie's team petitioned for it. She was busy with Palmer, falling in love with science while he fell in love with God, and Kent was left to pick up the pieces. He wanted another damn go at it. The Machine had a pricetag in the billions; it was begging to be used again.

But they wouldn't let Ellie go. They wouldn't let just anyone go. They wanted someone who knew how it worked, who had been there from the beginning, but someone who isn't completely taken in by Ellie's words.

That leads them to a dozen people and they end up with Kent. He's blind, but that's not what decides it. They claim that he wouldn't hallucinate the way Ellie did. That he has a unique perspective.

And, he's already proven himself steady and loyal.

He experiences it all the way that Ellie does, but something goes wrong on the other end. Maybe another terrorist attack. Maybe not. All he knows is that he's in the sphere and then, suddenly, he's floating, unable to find his footing until a great crash and he slams into the bottom of the machine.

He groans, pulling his helmet on with a grunt and a wince.

"Fuck this," he mutters, finding the edge of the sphere with his hands. There was a door there somewhere. He just - has to find it.

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"Hm, remember how I was telling you about private property?" Instead of communal, which the Heartheans seem to enjoy. "Sometimes people don't respect private property and they take things that other people work for. And not because they need it, but because they want it. So we have to have locks."

It doesn’t seem like such an odd concept to Feldspar - Hearthians still covet each other’s stuff, they still want and get jealous and sometimes steal, but those are things that happen with the hatchlings. The elders just don’t have time for petty nonsense.

“I get it. And we have those latches on our doors, but it’s more to keep the wind from blowing everything open. And sometimes to keep others out. I mean, we’ve all been there…”

"I'm going to invent a lock that only keeps out hatchlings," he teases lightly. "But yes, of course I understand."

He closes the door behind them and reaches out for their hand.

“Are you wanting one for your bedroom, Kent?” Feldspar chuckles, taking his hand and stepping up close to him. “Curtains not enough?”

"It wasn't the first time," he points out, maneuvering around the crib and pulling them into a kiss. Just to deter further snark.

Feldspar tries not to trip over the crib as Kent pulls them in. They fall into him with a groan, hands clawing at his shirt to find something to hold onto.

Kent sits heavily on thr bed and pulls them down, though he breaks only to slide his shirt off and toss it to the floor.

His fingers rake across Feldspar's chest and he tugs at his clothes, trying to take them off.

Feldspar gets their shirt off their chest and pulls the cap from their head, tossing both aside so they can be touched while they’re re-exploring Kent’s body. The hair - they not-so-secretly love the hair - the little marks here and there, the mammalian quirks like those pink nipples that serve a purpose for females of his species, but on males apparently just act like two buttons that can be activated for arousal. Handy, actually.

Kent swipes their hand away from his nipples, laughing as he does so. "Watch it."

“No, don’t think I will,” Feldspar huffs playfully. They’d fully intended on leaving them alone to do other things, but now that Kent’s said something they obviously have to continue toying with them.

They quickly pounce on Kent, pinning him into the bed with a grin.

Kent yelps but falls back, letting them pin him down with almost no resistance.

Almost. He does pull himself up to kiss them soundly.

Feldspar kisses Kent back, very carefully biting his lip there with sharp incisors before moving on to kiss his neck and jaw and throat. There are a few places they’ve been eyeing since they got back, and they very happily suck on them until Kent has a few red and purple welts.

“I want you. Will you let me?”

Kent moans at each bite, each movement, and shudders at the question.

"Yeah," he laughs. "Whatever you want."

“Damn right,” they laugh, hand trailing down to cup Kent between his legs. That big cock feels heavy against their palm, and they sit back eagerly to get his pants off of him:

He kicks off his pants and sits up, letting them touch as they want. "Touch me just like that," he murmurs.

They nod, more than happy to get their hand back on him. They narrow their eyes and bring their tongue to their teeth as they cup his cock again, feeling a heaviness between their own legs as their want grows.

“Thank stars for Lapis,” they mutter fondly. “If we had hatchlings of our own they’d look so weird.”

They laugh under their breath as they move down Kent’s body, looking at all the hair between his legs and down those strong thighs. They joke, but it would fulfill that strong monthly urge to mate if Kent knocked them up with that big, thick cock of his. They run their tongue over their lips and then take him into their mouth, swallowing down enough that they feel his hair brush against their jaw.

"They would. And everyone would know which one was ours," he mutters, raising up into that mouth. It's perfect, all of it, and Kent isn't going to rush. "Fuck..."

He reaches out and grips their shoulder, digging his fingers into them almost unconsciously.

They’ve come to really love that word - fuck. It’s a fun little private word, and it sends tingles all up and down their spine. They suck in response, groaning in the back of their throat as they roll their tongue over his length.

They’re going to make him come, and then they’re going to fuck this human right into the bed.

Kent grips the blankets with his other hand, raising his hips into their mouth. He hardens under his tongue's attentions, shuddering. "Feldspar..." he groans, feeling his blood boiling.

In response Feldspar starts to bob their head, scraping their teeth along his cock and then diving back in. They slide their fingers down to feel the balls hanging under his cock, the smooth skin leading to his tight ass, prodding gently as they start to play with that perfect little hole of his. Carefully, of course, but Feldspar’s always been inclined to push things.

Kent hisses softly, giving them a playful swat. "Warn me first," he complains with a bright laugh. It turns very quickly to a groan as he builds and his heels dig into the bed.

"Fuck, baby, that's so good..."

They are absolutely not going to warn Kent. They exhale through their nose as they massage his ass and continue to suck him down, anticipating that Kent’s going to lose himself soon.

He's already most of the way there, beads of sweat forming along his skin as it does. He feels so hot, so goddamn hot, and then he bucks into their mouth as he comes.

"Oh my god," he breathes, words punctuated by gentle sighs.

It doesn’t catch Feldspar by surprise thanks to all their careful monitoring of Kent’s bucks and moans, but it is…it’s intense. They could have guessed, having felt it inside of them and against their skin, but it’s another thing entirely to have him come in his mouth.

He pulls back with a quiet cough, immediately ducking down to lick the sweat heading on Kent’s stomach.

Kent strokes their shoulder with a smile. "Are you alright?" he breathes out after hearing that cough. "I - that caught me by surprise."

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