Pretty Doll
Lars Lindstrom x Ken
2k words
Summary: Lars got himself a new doll
Author’s notes: written for what I guess we’re calling Glizz Fest 🩷✨ celebrating the pink shimmery goodness that is stored inside the Ken
Glizz Fest includes appearances from: @ken-f-cker @drivinmeinsane @hollandstrophyhusband and @uncleclam, and we thoroughly encourage anyone else to participate in making Ken glizz!
Warnings/content: nsfw, nudity, hand job, cumming untouched, hinted first time, GLIZZ 💖
Lars sighed, pulling off his woolly hat and sliding off his coat with eyes squeezed shut. He’d just about managed to lose Karin when she had tackled him to his car and made him promise to join her and Gus for dinner tomorrow if he wouldn’t come tonight.
And it definitely would not be tonight.
He’d had a long day at work, battling against incessant noise and constant interruptions from his insufferable coworker about topics he’d rather not discuss. Not at work anyway. And not with him.
What would it take to just be left alone for a single minute?!
‘Lars?’ Came a sweet voice from behind the bathroom door, and Lars remembered himself. He’d almost forgotten about his new guest in the whirlwind of just trying to get through his front door.
His heart skipped a beat when he opened his eyes and saw Ken emerging in a haze of steam, one of his own fluffy white towels tied low around that tiny waist. Wrapped very low. And Ken’s hipbones we’re protruding in such an… interesting way…
Lars swallowed hard.
He’d never actually seen Ken’s body. Not properly anyway, since Ken had been dressing in Lars’s thick sweaters to combat the cold weather he wasn’t used to. And this almost naked Ken was quite a sight.
His skin was glowing pink from the heat of the shower, and Lars watched a droplet of water trickle over his chest and abs, all the way down to soak into that towel he suddenly had the urge to remove. Should he be wondering what Ken looked like beneath it?
But Ken was perfect and Lars couldn’t stop looking. He blinked furiously, trying to tear his gaze away, but as he turned himself about to find a distraction, he just kept ending up back on Ken’s chiselled chest and broad shoulders and strong arms and-
‘Lars, have you had a hard day?’ Ken pressed, dropping his head back to shake the remaining damp from his soft, beach-blonde hair.
‘Uhm- yeah,’ Lars nodded, finally finding Ken’s outrageously sparkly blue eyes instead of focusing his gaze on that ripped torso.
‘Hmm, I bet I can help with that,’ Ken offered, stepping forward. Lars stumbled back and Ken frowned. ‘Unless you don’t want me to…’
Lars took a deep, shaky breath, steadying himself and trying to quieten his thoughts.
‘No, no, it’s not that I don’t want- well, it… it depends what you have in mind,’ he stuttered, unsure but curious, and Ken beamed at the intonation of his voice that suggested Lars might be open to what he had in mind. Ken didn’t know how to say it, and he didn’t really understand it, but he wanted to be closer. To be able to actually touch Lars.
‘Oh I think you’ll like it! You see, I’m great at doing massages. I bet I can relax your shoulders in no time at all!’
Every word from Ken’s perfect lips was eager and excited and did nothing to help Lars stop thinking about how he wanted to get his hands on those outrageous pecs and squeeze them, and then press his mouth to Ken’s, swallow his moans as he-
Ken shot past Lars to sit himself on the edge of the bed, flexing his elegant fingers. ‘So? What do you say?!’
‘Okay,’ Lars breathed, dropping down beside Ken. What harm would a shoulder massage do?
‘Oh, great! So just take your sweater off, and your shirt. And your underclothes- how many layers do you wear?!’ Ken mused, pulling at the shoulders of Lars’s sweater.
Lars snapped himself up, instantly pacing the small space between his little kitchen table and his bed, running his hands through his hair to calm himself. Ken’s touch, even through his many layers of clothing, was causing an uncomfortable heat to stir between his thighs. Uncomfortable but intriguing. And he couldn’t ignore it. Especially not with Ken’s big, strong hands on his shoulders. Especially not if he took his clothes off. He wanted it, that was the problem. He’d never wanted touch so badly.
‘Lars, what is it?’ Ken smiled up at him. ‘If you don’t wanna take your clothes off it’s ok-’
‘Ken, how would you feel if I touched you? Instead?’ Lars stilled, facing Ken, who was still grinning up at him.
‘Sure!’
Lars’s eyes widened. ‘R-really?’
‘Yeah! I love massages. Not that I’ve ever had one. But I like the idea of it! How do you want me?’
Lars almost choked. Ken’s big hopeful eyes and fluttery eyelashes made his heart skip, too.
‘I guess… lay down on the bed?’
‘Okay!’
Ken made himself comfortable laid still on his back, just like a boxed up doll waiting eagerly to be plucked from the shelf, unwrapped and played with.
Lars’s chest heaved. He’d expected Ken to lay on his front. But… he could hardly complain at the view. Carefully, he knelt on the mattress, hands finding Ken’s ankles for balance as he shuffled up to the hem of the towel.
He pushed his palms up the smoothe, soft skin of Ken’s shins and Ken spread his legs. Lars turned momentarily dizzy. He stopped at the towel, not daring to reach beneath it, and instead splayed his hands slowly over the expanse of Ken’s chest, fascinated with the contours that were so unlike his own, caressing the firm muscles as he slid his delicate yet warm touch higher, over those deliciously broad shoulders and then back down, eliciting an almost imperceptible giggle from Ken as he disturbed both perky, pink nipples.
‘That tickled!’ Ken smiled up at the ceiling, still laid obediently, but shivering a little now.
‘Sorry,’ Lars whispered earnestly. ‘Such a pretty doll…’
Ken’s cheeks burned crimson. ‘D-do it again?’
‘Oh… okay…’
Lars dragged his thumbs gently over Ken’s perfectly formed nipples and Ken moaned.
Lars did it again. And again, until Ken was trembling and his fingers were gripping the blankets at either side of him.
Ken was pretty sure massages didn’t usually focus so heavily on nipples, but it felt strangely good to be touched so carefully, with all of Lars’s attention on him through a heated gaze. A new thrill ran through Ken and pooled somewhere low, right at his core, and his stomach clenched with a need he didn’t recognise. It was pitched somewhere between hunger and the instinct to scratch an itch.
Lars, meanwhile, shifted uncomfortably between Ken’s spread thighs, his cock straining against the inside of his trousers. He glanced down as he manoeuvred and immediately caught sight of the huge tent that had formed under Ken’s towel, too.
‘Ken…’ Lars breathed, hands now at either side of Ken’s waist and eyes glued at the impressive bulge between his legs.
‘Yeah?’ Ken sighed dreamily, glancing down too. His eyes widened when he saw the shape under the towel, and the similar one in Lars’s trousers.
‘M-May I touch you… there?’ Lars heaved, tentatively lifting a shaky hand to hover over Ken’s length, standing to attention before him.
Ken’s hips bucked up involuntarily. ‘Yes! Please-!’ he whimpered.
With a heavy exhale, Lars unfastened the towel and let it drop to his sides, revealing the prettiest cock he’d ever seen. He gasped at the sight of it, smoothe, long, a little leaner than his own but still thick, a pearly drop of what looked like pink precum beading at the tip.
Ken whined as another thick drop of precum pumped from his tip, his cock twitching with anticipation.
‘Alright…’ Lars braced himself, nodding and taking a deep breath as he watched Ken, still laid out obediently, although his innocent smile had turned into a needy lip bite that made Lars’s cock twitch too.
He felt Ken shudder when he traced a single finger up from the base to the tip, still in awe of this beautiful, perfect sex toy of a cock and the way the pink liquid he was steadily leaking glittered in the light.
He pressed his palm to the underside, giving a gentle rub against the soft flesh to test the waters. Ken shuddered.
‘Such a pretty doll,’ Lars repeated, more to himself than anything, and Ken’s length throbbed against his palm.
‘Please,’ Ken mewled, not really sure what he was begging for, ‘f-feels so good-’
‘I know,’ Lars soothed, smiling, finally wrapping his fist around Ken’s cock and pumping slowly. ‘I know.’
Ken stiffened beneath him, back arching off the bed and fingers nearly tearing through the sheets. Lars moaned, feeling his own cock throb inside the confines of his trousers, the way he was knelt on on his ankles pulling his trousers taut over his core, which did nothing to alleviate the desperate ache there.
‘Lars- Lars!’ Ken cried, not knowing how to process what he was feeling or what was building inside him.
Ken’s head tipped back against the pillow, and Lars leaned over him, not wanting to miss a single minute of his deliciously pleasure-contorted face.
Lars braced himself over Ken with his free hand by Ken’s side, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as the pressure of his crumpled trousers against his straining cock eased with the new position, the fabric rubbing against him with a friction that almost hurt.
‘K-Ken,’ he panted, pumping his doll faster, harder, watching as Ken lost control.
A strangled cry echoed around the room as Ken’s hands flew up to grip onto Lars’s back and he shot a thick rope of sparkling pink cum over his own chiselled abs, splashing up against Lars too, the hot glitter pooling around the defined muscles of Ken’s stomach and clinging to the fibres of Lars’s sweater, staining the wool.
‘S-so pretty…’ Lars was breathless just watching him, his handsome face screwed up in bliss, pretty lips parted, and his hair, which had dried a little messier than Lars was used to seeing it, stuck to his forehead.
Ken gradually blinked open his eyes to see Lars above him, bracing himself with both hands now, biting his lips together and screwing his eyes shut tight, chest heaving.
‘Lars, are you-’
‘Oh- oh… oughhhmmmnnnh!’
‘Oh!’ Ken exclaimed excitedly, lifting his head to look between their bodies. ‘You’re glittering too?! Wow!’
Lars’s body curled above Ken, the last of his seed spilling into his underwear, cock twitching through his orgasm, achingly untouched but so relieved it felt heavenly.
He whimpered weakly, collapsing beside Ken, a prominent wet patch forming on the front of his trousers, while Ken’s glitter shone proudly over his jumper.
Ken was already an excited ball of energy, high on the thrill of his orgasm and eager to learn more about Lars’s pleasure, too.
‘Wow look at this-’ Ken dragged his fingers through the cum on his stomach and examined it in the light. ‘It’s so pretty, and it felt incredible! Is yours glittery too? What colour is it?’
‘It- it’s not-’ Lars tried, but he couldn’t finish the sentence, vaguely gesturing toward his trousers instead.
‘Please can I see it!?’
‘Mmhmm.’
Ken unfastened Lars’s trousers hastily and gasped just as loudly as Lars had when he saw Ken’s cock for the first time.
Lars was softening now, but his cock was impressive, thick and sturdy, a thin line of dark blonde hair trailing down from his stomach to the base of his cock where it grew thicker. Ken was fascinated by that, but for now he was too preoccupied with the glitter to focus on it.
Lars peered down to see Ken, some shimmering liquid now spread over his cheek somehow, looking closely at Lars’s cock, his head tilted.
‘It’s not glittery unless you’re a doll,’ Lars said softly, breathlessly.
‘Huh…’ Ken dipped his fingers into the thick creamy pool collected in Lars’s underwear and brought his fingers up to eye level. ‘Feels just as nice though… may I taste it?’
Lars’s eyebrows raised for a second, and then his head fell back against the pillow, Ken’s sucking their combined cum off his fingers the final straw, until Ken spoke again.
‘Mmm… how do we make more?’
