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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“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…”

Kent shakes his head. "Don't you even joke about it," he teases lightly, pulling against the hands on his wrist though he doesn't try that hard.

"Fuck!"

He raises up into him again, feeling positively torn apart in the best way.

“You think it’s a joke?” They grin and lean down to bite Kent’s shoulder. “I can go all night, Kent. I just wouldn’t want to exhaust you.”

Kent shudders, pulling at his wrists again and moaning when they don't give way. "Oh my god."

He doesn't know if he wants to believe them, but he knows that he would be exhausted.

He already is.

“Maybe next time,” they smile, pushing Kent’s hands down every time he tries to raise them. “Put your legs up around my hips and I’ll fuck you good, Kent, I promise.”

He already has one leg around him, so the other joins him. "You are - mm - overestimating my flexibility." But it feels - amazing.

“No, I’m not, you’re doing great.” They let go of Kent’s wrists and cup the curve of his ass, snapping their hips quicker and quicker until they finally start to feel themselves build. “Ah. Ah, Kent, Kent, you’re perfect.”

Kent tilts his head back more, gasping softly. "Oh christ, baby, come on...fill me the fuck up," he begs.

They hadn’t hear that one before, ‘oh, christ.’ That’s fun! And perfect, just like Kent right now, pleading for them, completely enraptured by them. Their full attention solely on Feldspar, Feldspar filling his body and his thoughts, every single moment all theirs-

They feel the shudder start from their toes and twist upwards, spine lighting up as though they were just struck by lightning. They spent inside Kent with a low growl between clenched teeth, fingers digging hard into his skin.

He rocks into them, taking everything they have, everything they can, and he drops his legs against the bed with a shudder. He wraps his hand around his own cock, slowly stroking himself back to hardness. "Oh....fuck."

As much as their bones seem to have melted down to a puddle at their feet, they see Kent touching himself and know that they can’t let it stand. “Move your hand.”

Carefully they crawl over him and press a kiss to his lips, at the same time hips lowering down to take his cock inside of them.

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