#ken.

everyone in the club knew that if the workers slipped away from the main floor, they were having some fun with each other. when jax had came to get something in the backroom for the bar, ken was there preparing for one of the next dances. which required fluffing himself up a bit. luckily, now he had someone that would help him with that. "that's it, sit on it. come on, baby." the redhead moved both of his hands to the other's cheeks and spread them apart. he groaned as he lowered himself on his member, eyes rolling to the back of his head. "hngh. how long do you think you have till they're calling you back?"

KEN CARSON: I THOUGHT I MIGHT STAY OVER TONIGHT. how straight forward of him. and to have ken bring a bag with him, as if anticipating agreement. interested stare lands on the man, traveling down to the bottle of wine he assumed was a gift that would also aid in hannibal's answer being yes. he wonders if having the blond over so often has given him an idea of friendship. ken's thought process, if nothing else, has hannibal intrigued. he tightens the tie on his robe before stepping aside, ushering ken further into his home. 'of course. i always have a room made up for guests. please - come in,' hannibal bows his head a bit as he closes the door behind them. 'is something troubling you, ken, or did you just not want to be alone tonight?' @kennergy.

♡  ˙  *  ✧  this is the last time. she swears it is, because barbie can’t keep doing this with him. it’s something she keeps telling herself, over and over, and yet she finds herself once again inside of ken’s home, her dress lifted high up her thighs, knees on either side of his hips, but ken’s clothes are still very much on. that was part of the deal. she wasn’t there to have sex, that wasn’t the plan, but he had given her those eyes - the puppy dog ones, so blue and deep that barbie didn’t know how she had ever said no to them. but she still had to set her boundaries. so he was not inside of her ; this wasn’t real sex. instead, she was moving her hips, allowing her panty covered clit to brush back and forth against his bulging erection, the friction pleasuring them both. hands are on his shoulders for leverage. head falls back and then to the side, blonde locks falling over one arm. part of her liked seeing him like this - bending to her will just enough for her to get him off without barbie even actually touching him. the thought makes her feel bad, but after all the times he had been much too rough with her, she thought she had the right.  ‘ are you gonna come like this? ’  barbie whimpers, wanting to see what he’d say. she speeds up her movements, just for a reaction.     @verbalissm.