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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Feldspar perks their head up, thoughts of snuggling their way to nibbling on Kent’s ear temporarily leaving their brain.

“Yeah, good idea. I told Lapis we need to talk to Slate and Hornfels. Between the three of you you’ll be able to stabilize the power supply.”

"I'll talk to them about it later. Does Lapis know where the power is stored?"

He turns to face them, burying his face against their chest. It's been a long time since he's felt...useful. Like he has a project.

“Maybe, they know this place pretty well, but they didn’t say outright.”

Feldspar wraps their arms around Kent, rubbing his shoulders softly.

Kent breathes them in and kisses their face.

"Once more and then we go back out and find out?" he suggests.

Kent must have read their mind. They grin and try to pull him down for another kiss, mouth finally finding his earlobe to bite gently with their teeth. “Just one more time. We’re too old for those marathon sessions, aren’t we?”

"Maybe you are," he teases, but he knows it's the truth, even as he shudders.

"I don't want to forget how this feels."

Feldspar definitely felt old when they first emerged from the Dark Bramble, but now…less so. They’re slowly starting to feel like their old selves - invigorated, excited. They pull their hand back and take his chin in their fingers.

“Hey. I’m not going anywhere, Kent.”

"I know. I know that." He kisses them and sits up, stroking a hand along their chest. "And neither am I. But there was a while when I forgot and - I don't want to do that again."

They understand all-too-well. For a while they couldn’t even remember what their own skin felt like, let alone the touch of another person.

They sigh and drop their hands to Kent’s chest and down to his stomach, admiring him and the softness underneath their hands. “It’s easy to forget,” they murmur.

He straddles their hips. "Can I tell you what I've been wanting?" he mutters, stroking his face again with soft fingers.

They arch slightly at the weight of Kent in their hips, delicious and heady as he bears himself down on him, grounding him.

“Mhm.” They turn to take his thumb into his mouth.

He presses his thumb against their tongue. "Holding onto this big headboard while you put my cock in your mouth."

They suck slowly on his thumb, circling his tongue with heavily-lidded eyes. They pull back with a soft ‘pop’, licking their lips with an exhale. “Please. I’m ready.”

He chose this for a lot of reasons, most of which involved ensuring that Feldspar didn't have to do much work. Kent reaches for the headboard and pulls himself up onto his knees, moving forward to give their love better access. He's half hard already, mostly with the though of Feldspar's mouth on him.

Immensely appreciative for a lot of reasons, Feldspar raises their chin to nuzzle their nose and lips along the base of his cock. They bite back a groan and drag their tongue along his length, opening their mouth to take him down his throat.

They don’t even skip a beat.

He groans, an absolutely obscene noise that lasts for a long while as he leans forward against the headboard. "Fuck," he mutters, resisting the urge, for the moment, to just hold their head and fuck their mouth.

Once upon a time, maybe. But they're no longer young.

Feldspar lets Kent’s cock rest on his tongue, just a moment, just to savor the taste and weight of him. They can feel Kent trembling as he holds himself back, and their hands find his strong thighs to hold onto as they start to move their head.

That tongue. That tongue. He closes his eyes tightly, reaching down to place a hand on Feldspar's. "I love you," he breathes. "I love you so much. That's...so good."

It’s so good, Kent tastes and feels so good sliding down his throat. They groan low as they look up and see him with his eyes closed. He’s the most gorgeous creature in the universe, he was when they first met and he is now.

Kent uses the headboard to stabilize himself as he slowly starts to rock his hips against his lover's mouth, inside of him with a shiver.

"So good, baby...so good."

They’re glad Kent’s starting slow, allowing them to get used to the mouthful as he rocks. They make a quiet noise around his cock as he sinks in again, groaning as the tears collect at the corners of their eyes.

Their hands move to Kent’s ass and grab two palms full, massaging his muscles slowly and then pulling him forward, urging his cock in deeper and faster.

He moves, his knees pressed to the bed, following Feldspar's lead as he groans deep in his throat. "Fuck...fuck...yes..."

They choke at first when the pace of Kent’s thrusts finally quicken, but adapt quickly and greedily, digging their fingers into his thighs to keep him moving. They’re hard and slick, aching and needing at the same time, and so, so satisfied at being fucked like this.

Just hearing him moan - they remember what it was like when they believed they were the best, and maybe they still are at this.

He reaches down with one hand, gently trailing his fingers along Feldspar's cheeks. "I love you," he mutters. "You take it so good. You know that?"

Their cheeks hollow as they suck harder, eyes closing in absolute pleasure as Kent strokes their cheeks and praises them. They lift their hips slightly in discomfort, but they’re not eager for this to end any time soon.

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