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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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."

“You’re not helping,” Feldspar complains, pulling their hand back to finally pop the bottle open. They get the oil over their fingers and then over themselves, hoping it’s enough as they press themselves up against his ass.

“Is this okay? Do you need more?” If it’s been a while then they can pause.

He groans and presses into the pillows, closing his eyes. "God...no," he murmurs. "I mean.. yeah, it's good. No, I don't need more."

He relaxes into his touch.

They move good and slow, trying to be as confident as they are in the sky right here and now as they slide themselves into him. It feels so good, like he’s been made just for them.

“Stars,” they gasp softly. “You’re so hot on the inside.”

Kent holds one arm around them, his fingers trailing along their back. It takes him a moment to get used to the new pressure, but when he does -

"God...you're perfect," he mutters. They're smaller than what Kent is used to, but that doesn't matter. They hit him right that first time and he feels a flush of pleasure.

Feldspar may be small, in stature and all those other ways Kent might be used
to, but they’re strong and eager and quick to find a rhythm that makes Kent’s toes curl.

“You’re pretty good yourself,” they say, laughing under their breath in between sharp snaps of their hips.

Kent holds fast to them, enjoying the simple movement of their hips together. He rises to meet them, moaning deep in his chest. "Shut up," he breathes, but doesn't actually mean it. He wants them to keep talking and he sits up to kiss them.

Feldspar allows the kiss (because who are they kidding, they want it too) but then quickly push him down onto his back. “Stay down,” they growl playfully.

Oh, they're playing that game?

Kent fights against them a little, but wraps his legs around them instead, holding them tight so that he can rock up into them.

Oh. Oh, that’s good too, real good, like Kent is fucking himself on them. Feldspar grabs Kent’s thighs and hold tight enough to bruise, thrusting faster inside of him with a pleased, breathless chuckle.

The friction against his cock is astonishing, even if he's still soft. It makes him shiver, makes him moan, and he clenches himself around Feldspar's length, desperate for him.

"You are so good," he mutters.

When they were away from home they daydreamed about this very thing, specifically to how Kent’s body would react to this after already coming - could he do it again? Would he enjoy it? Would it be too much and overstimulating that he’d beg for release -

Those had been some amusing nights. This is a million times better than just daydreaming though, and they’re eager to make Kent’s cock twitch again. “Yeah? Feels good inside?”

"Perfect," he breathes. "There's - the prostate. Right where you're hitting and fuck, it feels good every single time."

He holds tight, his body shuddering, his body starting to respond to it.

“Your what?” Feldspar pants, not really focused enough to hear the answer. Their stamina hasn’t started to wane, but they are feeling that familiar twisting in their gut as they pound helplessly into Kent. “All I know…is that you look…you look as pretty as I imagined.”

"Later," he pants, unable to really get into the biology of it as he's raising his hips up to meet Feldspar. "Just - just fuck me."

He can feel his body continuing to respond, to grow warm, and his cock presses against them.

Like Feldspar was ever going to stop fucking him. They lean forward and take hold of Kent’s wrists, pinning them to the bed as they furrow their brows and focus on getting Kent to make those noises again.

“My handsome alien. I’d do this all night if I could…”

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