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]

They don’t hesitate once they’re given their answer - they pull their hands back and pick up Kent by his thighs, hauling him up and unceremoniously tossing him onto the table, setting the plates rattling. They go for Kent’s trousers next, yanking them off of him so they can kneel down and bite at his inner thighs.

[videointhenoise]

Kent anticipates the move and slides back comfortably on the table, arching his back, deliberately provocative.

He kicks off his trousers and spreads his knees for them.

[getfeldsparred]

Kent playing coy never ceases to completely enthrall Feldspar. They continue to bite and suck on the sensitive skin between his legs, then they snake their tongue down to his ass and lick at him like he’s dessert.

[videointhenoise]

Kent groans, taking the table in his hands and grips it hard enough that his knuckles turn white.

"God...more, baby. You're going so slow...."

[getfeldsparred]

Yep, they sure are. They know it drives Kent insanely when they don’t give him what he wants right away. Normally they’d be happy to jump right in, but they’re having a lot more fun this way. And Kent…oh, Kent drives them wild. They can feel themselves grown even more uncomfortable in their pants, straining against the cloth and getting wet in their slit. Their tongue pushes inside of him even deeper.

[videointhenoise]

Kent moans for them, reaching up over his head and grabbing the top of the table.

"God," he breathes, rocking into their tongue.

"At least tie me up if you're going to be an ass."

He does reach down with one hand to touch himself.

[getfeldsparred]

Feldspar pulls back just long enough to warn him, tongue following his raised pelvic bone. “If you come I won’t be nice to you. I’ll tie you up and leave you there.”

[videointhenoise]

Kent reaches down to slap them.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he grumbles.

[getfeldsparred]

Their head turns from the slap, but they’re grinning wickedly. “It’s me you’re talking about, of course I would.”

Feldspar grabs Kent’s hand and yanks him back up, wanting to pin him down roughly against the table but on his stomach this time, hips and legs hanging over the edge for easier access. They keeps a firm hold of his arm as they grind against his ass still fully-clothed.

[videointhenoise]

Kent yelps softly as he's turned, and he grips the table again, holding on for dear-fucking-life. He moans into his arm, rocking back on them. "Why are you fucking like this?"

[getfeldsparred]

“Why? You don’t like it?” They were starting to pull down their pants, but they pause to make sure Kent’s not actually uncomfortable or not liking their play.

[videointhenoise]

He chuckles. "I'd like it more if you put your dick in me," he says and, just to assure them that it's all part of the game, wiggles his ass.

[getfeldsparred]

Well then. Feldspar grabs Kent’s hips and sinks themselves into his spit-slick ass, grunting as they bury themselves up to their hilt.

[videointhenoise]

Kent buries a moan into his arm, but rocks back into him desperately. He's been fucked on this table so many times that the pressure of it is welcome and the angle is perfect and all he wants is to be fucked silly.

"Harder or I won't scream," he laughs.

[getfeldsparred]

They keep a firm hold on his arm and buck into his hips, fucking him erratically and with no real rhythm to speak of, just to keep him wanting. “Maybe I don’t want you to scream, huh?”

[videointhenoise]

He gasps with each move, shuddering. "Do you want me silent?" he challenges, pleasure arcing through him with each movement though he's dying for more.

[getfeldsparred]

“Not really,” they laugh, letting Kent’s arm go. They wrap their wiry arms around him and pin his hands down onto the table, breathing against his neck with each thrust. “I like to hear you. Our neighbors probably don’t enjoy it as much as I do.”

[videointhenoise]

Kent laughs, catching his breath, and digs his fingers into the table.

"I bet Rutile regrets moving there," he mutters against the wood and cries out, rocking his hips hard and back into Feldspar.

[getfeldsparred]

“They wanted to live closer to the waterfall…”

They kiss his upper back and snap their hips harder, fingers wrapping around Kent’s to hold him in place.

“We were here first.”

[videointhenoise]

Kent cries out, biting his bottom lip as he grips the table. He calls out Feldspar's name, just to make sure everyone knows.

In case, of course, they forget who exactly can make him scream like this.

"I was here first," he corrects them, panting as he feels his cock aching.

[getfeldsparred]

“Shut up,” Feldspar laughs, biting down hard on his shoulder. “Do you want to come all over our dinner table, or can you handle a little more?”

[videointhenoise]

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.

[getfeldsparred]

“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.

[videointhenoise]

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.

[getfeldsparred]

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.