Ken. Just Ken.

Hercules grinned as Ken got on his knees so eagerly. The innocent way the guy looked up at him, and clearly drooling over his body, turned him on so much. His clothes didn't do much to hide his arousal at all. "Does it?" Hercules teased, before he eased his dick out and gripped the base. "How's it all looking now?"

Ken gasped as Hercules pulled his cock from its confines, casting a virtual shadow over Ken's face. "Intimidating." He responded immediately, going with the first word that came to mind. "But so...so hot." Ken gulped and sat up on his knees, his face mere centimeters from the god's length. "Do you let good boys taste you? Any part of you? All of you? I just...want whatever you'll let me have."

Hercules smirked cockily as Ken gulped, and he couldn't help but press the tip of his cock against the eager boy's cheek. "I love to let good boys taste me, but if you're really a good boy, you're going to ask me very nicely for what you want, aren't you?"

"Uh-huh," Ken responded at once. "I'm always asking Barbie for what I want. She always says no, though. Something tells me you might actually give me what I want if I ask nice enough..." Ken mused, smiling sheepishly up at Hercules, his cheeks brightening when the man pressed his length to his cheek. "Can I taste your big, godly cock, Sir? Maybe feel your abs while I do it?"

Hercules grinned as Ken got on his knees so eagerly. The innocent way the guy looked up at him, and clearly drooling over his body, turned him on so much. His clothes didn't do much to hide his arousal at all. "Does it?" Hercules teased, before he eased his dick out and gripped the base. "How's it all looking now?"

Ken gasped as Hercules pulled his cock from its confines, casting a virtual shadow over Ken's face. "Intimidating." He responded immediately, going with the first word that came to mind. "But so...so hot." Ken gulped and sat up on his knees, his face mere centimeters from the god's length. "Do you let good boys taste you? Any part of you? All of you? I just...want whatever you'll let me have."

She liked the way he smiled, so delighted by the simple praise. He was even more breathtaking like that. A whimper caught in her throat, arms clutching around his broad shoulders to cling tightly to him as he kissed her deeply. Her short nails combed through the soft hair at the back of his neck, heart thumping hard as he encouraged her to rock against his firm abs. Flower laughed again, amusing herself by kissing along his neck as he carried her so easily to somewhere more private. Her arms wound around his torso, legs around his waist again to pull him in against her where she sat on the desk. “Happily,” she purred, leaning in to suck at his stiff nipples once more, one hand moving to grope over his abs, low enough to dip into the top of his shorts.

Ken leaned back, arching his chest into Flower’s panting, hot little mouth, moaning deeply as his nipples hardened in response to her dutiful attention. As she worked over his chest, her pretty hands running up and down his abs, grazing the waistline of his shorts, Ken took the hint and unzipped, unbuttoned, and threw them down to the floor, stepping quickly out of them to allow his cock a little more breathing room. It stood up and out, throbbing and rock-hard, staining against the flexible material of his underwear, a dot of pre-cum dampening the material under over the head of his member. “In case you wondering what having that mouth on my body does to me…,” he said, chuckling as a strong hand came up to Flower’s head, pressing her in against his chest encouragingly. “I’d love to see this little body of yours out of these clothes too…if you’re up for it. I’ll respect it if you want to stay wrapped up, though. You can just…keep worshipping my chest like this if you’d prefer - I could…mmf, cum from that, alone.”

She nuzzled into his neck, pleased that her gender wasn’t a deterrent. “I don’t know how anyone wouldn’t give you such attention, you’re such a handsome stud,” she murmured breathily. Her hips canted forward into the firm flex of his muscles, thighs gripping around his waist. Flower giggled, leaning in to press a warm, hungry kiss to his mouth, both hands sliding up his neck into his hair. “I want to taste all of you, feel all of you,” she breathed against his mouth. “You deserve every second of attention i can offer.”

Ken beamed at the praise. “I know. I was, like, created to be the definition of handsome, but it’s really, really hot hearing you say that I am.” The breathy, feminine tone of her voice had him reeling. With Barbie, she was always in charge, but this little fairy seemed perfectly content to give him the upper hand, and he was more than ready to take it. Their lips met chastely at first and then parted against each other, their tongues lapping sensually in the space between their mouths as Ken pulled the fairy’s little body tight against his bulging frame, bouncing her easily in his grasp so that her bulge rutted against his abs. Her hands in his hair sent the best kind of shiver up his spine, encouraging him to kiss her even harder, sucking on her plush bottom lip nice and hard before letting her go, but never far enough so that their lips stopped touching entirely. “That’s what I like to hear, baby. Let’s get out of here.” With that, he cast his gaze to the exit and effortlessly hauled them out and into the deserted hallway, quickly finding an empty classroom and, holding her up with one arm, used his free hand to open it and let them in. He deposited the fairy on the big desk at the front of the room, then returned to the door to ensure it was locked. “There. Now it’s just the two of us.” Ken said in a deep voice, sauntering back to her and setting himself between her lean legs, puffing his built chest out in her face. “Work your magic, little fairy.”

She moaned happily when he flexed his impressive pec against her lips, shivering. “You must be with how strong you are,” she crooned, nosing along the strong line of his collarbone, tongue dipping into the hollow just at the base of his neck. Flower giggled and let out a surprised noise as he so easily hoisted her into his arms. “Oh gods yes, but I… might not be what you expect,” she said coyly, knowing there wasn’t much hiding what she meant with the way her groin was pressed into his lower stomach, betraying what she was truly hiding in her panties - if he hadn’t already guessed by the flat planes of her chest, that was.

The deepened voice made the Dread Pirate turn to face the gentleman across from him. "You may call me Dread Pirate Roberts." He said, seeing no reason to share his real name with the gentleman across from him. The point of this evening was to remain anonymous, was it not? "I've not seen anyone by the name of Barbie or heard anyone announcing a dance party or volleyball match. Could she be among those dancing on the dance floor?" He asked, gesturing with a single gloved hand toward the direction of the dance floor. "I also have no need for anything beach related, unless you have information that will help me rescue my darling Buttercup from the Prince she's betrothed to marry."

“Uhh…Okay.” Ken responded, glancing hopefully to the dance floor. “Gosh, I hope so. I really don’t know what to do with myself without her around to tell me what’s what.” Ken’s brows rose in concern at Dread Pirate Roberts comment. “Whoa. Your Barbie is supposed to marry someone who’s not you? And she doesn’t want to? That’s so wrong! You’re her Ken. You’ve got to save her! Not that she’d need saving since she’s a Barbie and can do anything, but you need to be there when she’s saved herself! Is there anything I can do to help you find her?”

She let out a soft moan when she felt his hand at the back of her head. Her arms wound around his slim waist, holding him close as she kept exploring his sculpted chest with her tongue and lips. "You're so strong... mm, you even taste good," Flower hummed, pressing a sucking kiss to one of his pert nipples. "Does all of you look like this?"

Hercules smiled as Ken blushed, and he slowly nodded his head. "I'm sure you can be a good little boy for anyone, but I'd be honoured to have a sweet boy like you belong to me," he grinned. "Why don't you show me what a good boy you are, and get on your knees for me?"

Ken nodded enthusiastically and quickly dropped to his knees in front of the literal God. “Like this?” He asked, his voice sweet as sugar and his lashes batting up with an air of feigned innocence. “Gosh, your uhh…outfit look really, really good from down here.” Ken commented, his eyes roaming over Hercules’ solid abs, his big, thick pecs and broad shoulders - basically everything but the outfit in question, and he had a feeling Hercules knew exactly what he was actually drooling over.

"They're... like, men on top, but horses on the bottom? And they're not... strong, and muscled and beautiful like you," she breathed. Flower smiled, swaying closer. "Well, she's missing out." Biting her lip, she leaned in, ducking her head boldly to press her mouth to the curve of his pec in a soft, sucking kiss.

Ken was floored by all this praise. It was the kind he was always giving to Barbie, and that always seemed to fall on deaf ears. In this case, Ken was hearing it all crystal clear, and he was getting hard from it. He couldn’t even process what a centaur was because Flower’s soft lips were traversing his chest and made reduced his brain to static. His pec jumped under her lips and a hand moved to the back of her head, pressing her against his chest to egg her on, moaning deeply as she sucked against the taut, tanned expanse of the chest he was so proud of.

Her cheeks flushed under the comment, his cocky attitude strangely attractive. "Maybe a bit. I'm not used to such men, all of the centaurs aren't... like this," she admitted. Licking her lips, she swayed forward, both hands pressing to his chest, mapping the curves of his muscles. "Wow," she hummed, fingers trailing down to his very defined abs.

Ken thought the blush on the little fairy’s cheeks absolutely adorable, and the fact that he put it there made him puff out his chest again. “No idea what centaurs our. Mattel doesn’t make a Centaur-Ken as far as I know…but what do you mean ‘like this’?” He asked, genuinely curious. He growled involuntarily at the feeling of her hands groping at his big, muscled chest, which flexed purposefully under her touch. He stepped in closer as those hands wandered to his abs, his own cheeks reddening a bit now. “That feels good… Barbie never does this for me…”

"Forest-Ranger Ken might be the guy you need then, gorgeous.." Ken admitted a little sadly. He was made to help pretty girls in any way he could - to complete them, in a way. With 'beach' being his job, his abilities were much more limited than Barbie's - who, as everyone knew, could do anything. Ken smirked at Flower's follow-up comment. "I'm happy to educate, then. Beach does involve many more men like me around - lounging on the sand or playing in the waves - and wearing a lot less than this, mind you." Ken added, opening his jacket to reveal his jacked physique to the curious little fairy.

She smiled prettily at him. "Maybe but I'm enjoying meeting Beach Ken right now," Flower assured him. Her eyes widened as he explained, tongue smoothing over her lips when he pushed his jacket open. "Oh wow. Less, you said? I - I can't imagine being surrounded by beautiful men wearing even less than you are," she breathed, reaching out to touch his chest without thinking, fingertips skimming one muscled pec.

Ken smirked, confidence surging through him in the absence of Barbie. He wasn’t used to being the center of attention, but he certainly enjoyed it. “I bet you can’t. It seems like you’re having trouble handling yourself around just one.” He observed cockily, leaning into her featherlight touch. “Go on; get a good feel, gorgeous.”

Flower couldn't help but laugh a little as Ken went through his ramble, amused by his antics - and very interested in the way his well-muscled chest puffed out so proudly. "I haven't seen anyone called Barbie yet. And - beach? I'm not sure what 'beach' would be, I'm more of a forest-bound spirit myself. Though, if beach means more handsome men like you around, I think I need to know more," she said coyly.

"Forest-Ranger Ken might be the guy you need then, gorgeous.." Ken admitted a little sadly. He was made to help pretty girls in any way he could - to complete them, in a way. With 'beach' being his job, his abilities were much more limited than Barbie's - who, as everyone knew, could do anything. Ken smirked at Flower's follow-up comment. "I'm happy to educate, then. Beach does involve many more men like me around - lounging on the sand or playing in the waves - and wearing a lot less than this, mind you." Ken added, opening his jacket to reveal his jacked physique to the curious little fairy.