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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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.

Kent moves his hand but grips their hips instead, groaning loudly at the sensation of warmth and pressure. "Baby..." he breathes. "You're going to wring me out."

“Maybe that’s the idea,” Feldspar says, starting to show signs of finally slowing down. Their hips stop the frantic snapping and instead settle into a slow but steady rhythm, rising and falling with sharp gasps escaping from their lungs as they bring them together again. “You can thank me after you have the best sleep of your life.”

Kent holds fast to their hips, letting them lead the movements.

"You're a monster," he murmurs, feeling heat pool in his belly.

“No,” they breathe, slowing down even more, taking Kent to the hilt with each thrust, “I’m the Hearthian you chose.”

"And I would choose you again, every time," he murmurs, gasping through the pleasure. But it doesn't take long for Feldspar to get their wish. Kent comes hard, in twitches and cries.

Another addition to the ever-filling bucket that is Feldspar’s ego. They grab Kent’s hand and bring it to their mouth to suck on his fingers as they grind against him, enjoying every last twitch of their overly-sensitive cock.

They finally relent and roll off of him with a happy sigh.

He groans. "Just leave me here to die," he grumbles, turning to capture them in his arms.

Feldspar’s face finds Kent’s shoulder, which also happens to catch the tired laugh. “You can sleep now,” they murmur, finding a spot on Kent’s skin to nibble on. “I’ll wake you up later when I want more.”

Best to warn him, really.

Kent kisses them then, soundly in the mouth, stroking his hands along their ears.

"Give me a couple of hours, at least," he begs.

Feldspar had their ears stroked when they were young by Tektite and Gneiss, but that was so long ago, when they were still just a young hatchling. They melt into the touch, leaning into his hair with a soft noise that almost sounds like a purr.

“As long as you need,” they smile, closing their eyes.

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