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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 sinks his teeth in and Feldspar bites on their lip to keep from groaning too loudly.

“Did they? How the hell would they know?” But as they say these exact words they realize - and honestly, it seems pretty stupid that they didn’t realize it was their mating cycle.

"Because I slept all day," he murmurs, kissing them again, tasting their tongue with his, feeling their skin under his fingers.

“Oh,” they finally say, grinning as they turn their head away from the kiss. “Oh, right. That little difference of biology between us.” They thrust back against his hand, asking for more.

"Exactly," he murmurs against him, grinning and biting gently, fucking them with his fingers until he can't stand it. He sits up and unties the belt around his waist, trying to shuck off his clothes.

Kent’s fingers are a lot different that the other fingers that might have done this before to them, including their own, and as Kent fucks them they finally lie back with a soft groan. Anything louder and they’ll lose, and they will. Not. Lose.

But when Kent pulls away they threaten to moan loudly in disappointment, but quickly bites their own lip to keep the noise in. They sit up instead and help tear away at Kent’s clothes.

Kent leans down to kiss them again and takes their hand, drawing it close to his own hardened cock. He kisses his neck. "Touch me," he murmurs. "And I'll be ready for you."

Feldspar does as ordered without hesitation, though they do let out a very quiet laugh. “You already are from the feel of it.”

He snorts. "You always underestimate that," he murmurs, rutting against the inside of his thighs with a sigh.

“It’s not my fault you’re as big as my forearm,” they snort, lying back onto the bed and guiding Kent by his hips closer to them. “I could use my mouth instead of my hand. Do you think you’d like that more?”

"What and give you the advantage?" he murmurs. "No," he says. "Not tonight. Tonight, I want you just like this."

He sits back, pulling the blankets off of the bed and onto the floor.

Feldspar leans on their arms and watches Kent do…whatever it is that he’s doing. “You make it sound like it’s a bad thing, but fine. I’ll still win this, no matter how we do it.”

He makes more room and slides between their legs, his cock pressing first against them and then inside. "I think we both win, even if we both lose," he murmurs gently, sighing a bit in absolute pleasure as he sinks his cock into him.

They’re all talk and they know it; the second Kent fits himself inside of them they’re practically purring, eyes watering from how satisfying it is to be so full. They bite back a louder-than-average sigh - they’re not ready to lose quite yet - and grab at his arms to hold on.

“You know,” they whisper hoarsely, “you just may be right about that.”

Kent digs his toes into the bed that is now free of blankets and pushes into them fully, letting them get used to the feeling for a half second before he pulls back out and snaps his hips into them.

"Of course I'm right. I'm always right."

They inhale sharply and hold the breath in their chest, letting it go as Kent snaps their hips and drives himself inside. Oh, he’s not even giving them a second to get used to the feeling.

Feldspar lets out a low groan and holds on tightly. “I want…to fuck in my ship.”

"Tomorrow," he agrees, barely able to get the word out from the moan in the back of his throat. "You can bend me over that fucking seat with no belts," he murmurs as a promise, as a wish of his own.

Yes. Yes, that’s -

The idea hits on a fantasy they never knew they had, fucking Kent in the pilot’s seat of their own ship. Their moan gets ever-so-slightly louder before they forcibly clamp their hand over their own mouth.

Feldspar folds their legs around Kent’s hips and starts to fuck themselves back on him, hand still muffling their own noises.

Kent meets them for each snap of his hips, letting them set the rhythm, but he does reach down with one hand to stroke their cock in turn. He toys delicately with the length, his fingers brushing across the tip, wanting to coax out that moan again. He's forgotten all about the game.

Kent knows exactly how to make their body tremble, and it’s as incredible as it is frustrating. They used to joke that their only weakness was the limits of their own body, but now it was entirely true. They crave the weakness though, daydream about it, about Kent, about the little life waiting for them when they come back down to Timber Hearth.

It’s kind of nice to be a little weak now and again.

“Kent,” they groan, “oh, stars, I can’t- I can’t…”

"Let go," he murmurs. "Let go, baby, and fuck the game." He rocks into him, burying a moan into his shoulder. "Fuck..."

That sounds like someone who wants to win the game by default would say, but they really, really want to do exactly that. They wrap their arms around them, annoyed that they can’t bite him but happy to settle for scratching up his back as they come with a loud yell of his name.

Kent covers their mouth with his hand playfully, stifling the sound but then kissing them instead. That seems like a much better use of his time, really.

But he snaps his hips into their again, desperate and erratic, until the fire in his belly ends with a climax of his own that sends Feldspar's name tumbling out of his mouth.

They groan into his palm and then into his mouth, whimpering (and that sure is a new sound) as Kent fucks them hard and fast until he comes inside of them. It feels so good, so, so good. Feldspar grabs hold of him and keeps him from moving away, wanting more kisses.

Kent fucks them until he's sure he's got nothing left for them. He's left panting and gasping for air, turning over to flop onto his back beside them.

"Think that'll keep you happy for a few hours?" he teases, taking their hand.

Feldspar laughs as Kent falls onto the bed beside them, quieter now, and actually a fair amount tuckered out. “Mmhm. You can take a nap and I won’t bother you.”

They turn onto their side and their head finds its way onto his shoulder.

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