Kent/Feldspar

[videointhenoise]

"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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[getfeldsparred]

“Why?” They turn over and take his cock into their hand, pausing as they nudge their face into his shoulder. “When I’m right here.”

[videointhenoise]

"You have...done so much work today," he mutters, closing his eyes as he rocks up into him.

[getfeldsparred]

“It’s not work if it’s you,” they grin, turning to slide a leg over Kent’s. “Kent, what’s our safe word?”

[videointhenoise]

He wrinkles his nose. "Linguini."

A word that Feldspar has never heard of but makes Kent laugh.

"Why?"

[getfeldsparred]

“Good.”

Feldspar sits up, sliding their other hand up to Kent’s throat and giving it a tentative squeeze followed by a caress. Their hand moves up to his mouth and they trace their lips, then back down to his throat where they wrap their hand around his neck and begin to apply pressure. Their other hand keeps stroking him, nice and slow.

[videointhenoise]

His laugh is cut off by that pressure on his neck. His cock twitches in anticipation and he moans instead. "Yes," he whispers. "Perfect."

[getfeldsparred]

“I didn’t say you could talk.” Feldspar leans down with a growl, nipping at Kent’s earlobe as they apply more pressure to his throat. They speed up their hand slightly, wanting to wring all the good noises out of him.

[videointhenoise]

The best choice. To be a brat or not. He moans again, not bothering to apologize and risk punishment, choosing to enjoy himself just like this.

He rocks up into their hand.

[getfeldsparred]

It’s a shame the moan doesn’t count in their already well-established rule system - they were looking forward to punishing him. They allow Kent’s search for relief, pushing down a little harder on his windpipe with their thumb in response.

“That’s right, you belong to me.”

[videointhenoise]

He gasps out, pressing his heels into the bed and closing his eyes. "Fuck..." he mutters, momentarily forgetting the rules.

[getfeldsparred]

Feldspar loves when Kent breaks the rules. They take their hand off of his throat and slap him across the cheek, brushing their knuckles over the red skin tenderly after. “No talking.”

[videointhenoise]

He cries out, but there is nothing sweeter than the sting of punishment.

There are no words, but he still sighs, silently begging for more.

[getfeldsparred]

“Alright, alright, love, I won’t make you wait too long,” they smile, hand wrapping easily back around his neck. They start squeezing, letting up every so often so Kent can come up for air, their other hand going back to stroking and caressing him nice and fast.

[videointhenoise]

He builds and he builds, finally finding his peak as he reaches up, grabbing at their wrist in a silent plea. He wants to come, but he knows he can't ask.

[getfeldsparred]

They’re going to be merciful, squeezing the base of his cock and then leaning down to whisper in his ear. “Go ahead. I give you permission.”

[videointhenoise]

He gasps through it, moaning and writhing there on the bed until he's completely spent. He gasps out a few breaths, reaching up to try and kiss them through it.

[getfeldsparred]

Feldspar gives him one kiss with his hand still on his throat, then pulls back entirely to let him catch his breath. “Any good?” they ask, just a little smugly as they lean back to grind a little on their toy.

[videointhenoise]

"Very good," he breathes out and pushes himself up to prop up on his elbows. "What about you?"

[getfeldsparred]

“Yeah,” Feldspar grins, sliding their hand down his chest gently. “Yeah, great.”

They lean forward to touch their lips to his.

[videointhenoise]

Kent sits up and places a hand on his neck. "Do I need to wear a collared shirt today?" he wonders, letting Feldspar see any marks they might have left.

[getfeldsparred]

They get the implication of the question and sit back to inspect him, inadvertently turning themselves on in the process. It’s the toys’ fault, clearly.

“You probably should, yeah. I left some bad ones under your ear.”

[videointhenoise]

Kent takes their hand and kisses their fingers. "Good," he murmurs. "It will give Slate something to stare at, I think." He pushes them away. "Go get dressed or we're never leaving this bed."

[getfeldsparred]

Kent takes their breath away with the press of his lips to their hand. They’d sit there and swoon if they didn’t really, really need to do the final checks before their mission to Giant’s Deep.

They get up from the bed and start dressing themselves, moving slowly to avoid jostling…things if they can help it. “Slate’s always staring at you. They’re infatuated with you.”

[videointhenoise]

"Eh, infatuated is a big word," he points out. "They are...just wanting something they know they can't have."

He doesn't like to think otherwise.

He gets up and digs through his dresser for clothes.

[getfeldsparred]

“Ya think?” Feldspar hums, handing Kent a shirt from the pile that has a higher collar. “I dunno, Kent. I think they’re smitten, but they’ll never act on it. Always kinda been a loner.”