[He can feel his skin pressed together, vision blurring as Ken's hands smush his face together, trying not to let a smile break through those lips. He knows what Ken's trying to do--hell, he'd done it plenty of times to them.
Ken just has the foresight to make sure he's firmly attached to him before attempting.]
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Ken just has the foresight to make sure he's firmly attached to him before attempting.]
Muh fush--
[He tries to shake his head away.]
My face is perfect, thank you.