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“Hold still.”
Ken’s giggles bring a smile to K’s own lips as he presses them against the blonde’s, resisting the urge to slide his tongue inside the doll’s pretty mouth.
The sticky texture of the lip gloss is foreign. Less pleasant than that of the cherry chapstick Ken has taken to dutifully applying on K’s lips every morning in this exact fashion. But it isn’t truly disagreeable either, and so K keeps kissing it away from Ken’s lips and onto his own, fingers absentmindedly threading with Ken’s, matching shades of bright pink nail polish sparkling together in the twilight sunlight.