openmisc | Kent/Feldspar

Kent laughs, burying his face in his shoulder. "I can try," he says and that's all he can promise because they feel so fucking good inside of him and he wants them just like this. He wraps his leg around them to hold them close.

“So glad to hear it.” But with the leg around them they sincerely doubt they’re going anywhere at all. Ah, well. It’s not like they’d want to be anywhere else.

They wrap their arms back around him and lay Kent flat against the table, the dishes shaking as they move together.

It's an awkward angle for him since he's bent over the table, but he still keeps his leg looped around them as he holds on for fucking dear life.

"Fuck," he moans, unable to form any coherent thoughts as he feels the sweat beading along his forehead.

The angle’s good for them, really good, and they feel themselves build and build with each thrust, but they’re not ready to be done either. Eventually they pull back, giving them both a moment to just breathe and work out the kinks in their joints.

“On the bed now,” they say, grabbing Kent’s arm and dragging him off.

Kent whines and leans against them, all bones and no muscle. He can't even feel his feet. "You're going to have to help me," he laughs. "And is it time again already?"

Feldspar, despite being smaller, lifts Kent up easily to carry him towards their bedroom. “Nah, I think I’m just excited that we’re finally alone.”

"Even better," he moans, holding onto them until they get to the bedroom.

Feldspar lays Kent down onto the bed and then flops down unceremoniously next to him, half sighing, half purring as they push their face into the mattress.

Kent sits up and groans a little, kissing their neck. "Finished with me already?" he murmurs softly.

Feldspar presses a laugh into the blanket and turns, looking at Kent with a starry-eyed grin. “Never. I thought you wanted a break.”

"I did. Now I want to fuck you."

He slides his hand behind their neck and pushes them down against the bed.

They respond with an excited little groan, letting Kent push them down while they raise their hips in the air. They know Kent knows they’re trying their best not to wiggle, but they’re absolutely wiggling.

“What are you waiting for?”

"I'm blind and you're a moving target," he points out with a laugh, guiding himself easily inside of them.

"Fuck. You know....one day, we should...take Slate up on their offer of a threesome," he laughs, sinking teeth into their shoulder.

Feldspar’s toes curl as Kent’s cock buries inside of them, impossibly deep and too big but also just perfect. Their laugh is cut off as Kent’s incisors dig into their skin; it’ll leave a mark, but they’ve got plenty of scars, no one’s ever been the wiser.

“Slate wouldn’t know what to do with themselves,” they gasp, “they’re all talk.”

Kent fucks them hard, mercilessly, ducking his head as he snaps his hips into them. "But wouldn't it be fun?" he murmurs. "To fill you up completely?"

Kent starts to fuck Feldspar beyond their capacity for words. They gasp and groan and dig their fingers into the blanket, panting Kent’s name with each sharp snap of his hips.

The idea of being tag-teamed by Slate and Kent is pretty tempting though. Slate’s just about as tall as Kent and probably just as strong, and the two of them -

“I can…I can barely…keep up with you…”

"Good," he murmurs in his ear, driving hard into him, a moan at the end of his words. "Good, I want you to be undone."

They push their face into the blanket and bite down, whimpering as Kent brings them closer and closer to the edge. Hopefully he’ll let them come this time.

“You can do it on your own,” they keen, face turned out to catch a breath. “You don’t need…uhn…Slate…”

Kent can hear their bed pushing against the wall, the thwok of the wood matching the thrust of his hips against them. He is merciful, though, and he does reach down and wrap his fingers around their cock, stroking them in time.

"I'll fill you up next time," he promises. "Get you that toy and make you wear it."

Feldspar groans in relief, leaning back against him as they encourage the continued pace of Kent’s hips. “Promise?” they echo breathlessly. “Promise me.”

"I swear it," he says through clenched teeth, feeling his climax so close. He shudders and rocks into them, his toes curling as he digs fingers into their skin.

"Fuck, you're so good," he moans.

Feldspar happily gives in, gasping with a sharp laugh as they build to the point that they see stars. They spill into Kent’s hand and push back into his hips again, encouraging him to join them. “Come on, I know you want to fill me up,” they purr.

Kent fills them up with a moan, spilling himself as he groans deeply. And he stays there for the moment, panting as he holds tight to them.

Feldspar lets out a satisfied noise as they feel Kent release inside of them. As much as they enjoy the fucking, they relish these moments after so much.

They like to think about this when they’re drifting out in space and feeling like they’re losing touch with home.

Kent buries his face in the crook of their neck, muttering their name softly on trembling lips. In the heat of it all, the confusion and the pleasure and the thick, rocking beating of his heart, he smiles. "I love you."

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