openmisc | 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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videointhenoise

Kent reaches over and finds their hand. "It's nice to have hatchlings around," he agrees. "I never thought about kids much, but they're - they're all really great."

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getfeldsparred

Feldspar looks down at their five fingers over their three and swallows hard. “Guess it’s probably less overwhelming with us Hearthians because we all share responsibility for the hatchlings. They’re real great, all of them are…yeah, real great.”

They exhale slowly.

“You’ll like the hatching ceremony. They’re even more adorable when they’re real little.”

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videointhenoise

"I've been walking past that clutch for a while. There's a few in there," he says. "I wonder what they'll be like."

The hatchling ceremony sounds - fun.

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getfeldsparred

"I bet the elders are hoping for more hatchlings like Gabbro or Chert. I always wonder who's laid the clutch, but no one really talks about it. I guess it doesn't matter? Unless someone gets Slate's personality - yeesh."

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videointhenoise

Kent laughs. "I like Slate," he says, which might come as a surprise, considering how often they argue.

"Maybe it doesn't matter. Once they're laid, they belong to everyone, right?"

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getfeldsparred

"Yeah. They might have one Hearthian's height or spots, but they belong to all of us. They say I spent too long with Tektite and I've got a lot of them in me, and Hornfels was Rutile's favorite for a while. Sometimes it all kind of makes sense."

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videointhenoise

Kent smiles. "Yeah."

He finishes his breakfast and leans forward. "I still have some time before I'm meeting the hatchlings. Do you have the concept of a quickie?" he wonders as if it's the most natural thing.

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getfeldsparred

Oh uh. Blunt. They like that though, even if it’s a bit of whiplash.

Feldspar coughs slightly, pushing aside their own breakfast with an enthusiastic nod. “Yeah, yeah, we do. Let’s…yep. Bed?”

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videointhenoise

Kent shakes his head. "Nope. Come here."

These chairs can hold them both.

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getfeldsparred

Oh. Even better.

Feldspar chuckles a little and then seats themselves in Kent’s lap, hands smoothing up his chest slowly and then resting on his broad shoulders.

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videointhenoise

Kent wraps an arm around them, steadying himself before he kisses them, flicking his tongue against their mouth. He adjusts them in his lap, letting them feel the way his cock stiffens between their legs.

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getfeldsparred

Feldspar parts their lips and lets Kent’s tongue inside their mouth, sighing as their own tongue brushes up against his. Once they realize Kent’s trying to press himself up against them their legs spread a little wider, pelvis pushing up against Kent’s cock, the both of them starting to get good and hard for each other.

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videointhenoise

Kent raises up into them, grinning as his other hand wraps around their waist.

"Are you going to be able to walk later?" he teases.

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getfeldsparred

They grin wickedly. “Who needs to walk when you can fly?”

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videointhenoise

Kent hears that in their voice and he kisses them again, fierce and bruising.

"Maybe I should make it so you can't sit, either," he snickers, then reaches down to pull their trousers down.

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getfeldsparred

They kiss him with a low groan caught in the back of their throat, trying to nip his lips back with their pointed incisors.

“That sounds like a challenge to me,” the say, standing to help get their trousers down and off.

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videointhenoise

He slides his own trousers down and reaches down for his cock, stroking it a few times, letting it harden in his hands.

"It does, doesn't it?"

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getfeldsparred

Feldspar licks their palm and reaches between them to stroke Kent’s cock for him, smiling as they lean forward and suck on his neck.

“So…are you asking to…what was the word you used again?”

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videointhenoise

He chuckles. "Fuck," he answers. "Quickie? Which one?"

He slides his hand along the back of their neck. "Come on up here."

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getfeldsparred

“Fuck,” they repeat, leaning with the touch of his hand up for a kiss. “Is that what you want?”

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videointhenoise

"Yes and no," he mutters. "Yes, physically, but - you're not just a fuck." He tries to pull them close again, wanting their warmth against him.

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getfeldsparred

“Sssh.” They nudge their face against his as they maneuver on top of him, raising themselves up and then sitting down slowly on his cock.

“Just hold me.”

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videointhenoise

"Don't shush me," he mutters, though it's playful. He shudders as they lower themselves on them, feeling himself pushing in deep.

"God," he moans, his forehead against his shoulder.

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getfeldsparred

Feldspar tilts their head back with a soft chuckle. They’re really starting to enjoy the way Kent sort of melts against them, they way they can make him moan.

“What happened to making sure I won’t walk or sit right?”