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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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."

Feldspar breathes out a laugh against his skin. “Yeah, yeah - me too. I’m good though, real good. You…heh.”

They sit up and shuffle awkwardly to the nightstand to look for something to use to ease their way. “Rest up while you can.”

Kent pushes up to his elbows. "Rest?" he mutters, his breath catching in his throat. He feels warm at the thought of it, of something he hasn't had for - years before he even came to this universe.

“Or lie there looking pretty, either way,” they grin. “I’m just looking for - ah ha, alright, this could work.”

They bring a bottle of oil typically used on delicate hatchling skin into the bed, pausing to shuck off their pants. The air hits all those sensitive areas of theirs and they shiver in excitement.

“On your back okay? I want to look at you.”

"What's the point of having a handsome boyfriend if you're not going to see him," he teases and moves back to place his head on the pillows, closing his eyes. He spreads his legs for them, letting his knees fall apart.

“That’s my thinking,” they say with far more open sincerity. Their hand slides over the inside of Kent’s leg, a soft sigh escaping their lips at the feel of the strong muscle and soft skin.

Feldspar crawls onto the bed again, fitting themselves between Kent’s legs and prying open the bottle with surprisingly unsteady hands. They can whip around the sun with no issue, so why is this making them so nervous?

Kent reaches down and takes their hand. "I haven't done this in a while," he admits, feeling the nerves himself. "I've been wanting to."

They know Kent can feel their hand trembling, but they don’t feel ashamed of it, not after hearing that Kent’s a little nervous too. They hold tight to him and smile lopsidedly.

“I’d think about it, y’know,” they admit quietly, “when I was up in space all alone in my ship. I’d think about all the ways I could have you. I thought about this a lot. How you’d look and feel, what you’d sound like….”

That’s how they knew they were in love. They were up in the stars living their dream, and their head was filled with thoughts of Kent down on Timber Hearth.

Kent laughs softly. Nervously. "Feldspar, I love you," he laughs. "Now fuck me so I can have you."

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