There has never been a more patient creature than Ken. It's a consistent surprise, most people get to a point where their own motivations win out, but not him. He'll patiently wait at the door while you get out of the car, patiently hold a warm towel while you shower, a gentle blush tinting his cheeks as he struggles to make eye contact with the door. Even the greatest hurdles, like the DMV or the airport, he conquers with ease and a placid smile, gently sighing in relief as he finally catches sight of you. But it's never a bother for him, you make it all worthwhile. It's become a little game of yours, to try and find something he couldn't be patient at. Today you were sure you had found it.

He sat between your legs as you watched a movie, the soft pressure comforting as it surrounded him, leaving him slightly dizzy from how much care he felt from thr gesture. Slowly, as to not spook him (it happened pretty regularly), you gently ran your fingers through his hair. His entire body jumped as his spine straightened, and his muscles tensed as he yelped. He spun around, eyes wet with almost tears as he tried to gasp out a question. A little note of sadness twinged inside you, the way that he took touch, took love, was almost akin to an abused animal, so overwhelmed by every sense. But you knew he wasn't crying from fear or shame, no, in fact, the opposite.

His eyes flicked wildly as he tried to take it all in, finally closing hard as he took a shuddery breath. After a bit, he stared very hard at your hands, teeth worrying away at his lips. He still had trouble asking for things, even after all this time. With a simple prompt, he blurted out a jumble of words, a bit unintelligible, but it was clear he wanted you to do it again. It was time for the test of his, supposedly, stellar resolve.

You held your hand just above his head, palm flat and fingers outstretched. He squeezed his eyes closed but you could swear he could feel some sort of energy emanating from you from his reactions to your subtle movements. After a long while, he whimpered out a tiny please, while looking so scared it was as if he thought he was about to get crushed by a stray falling meteorite.

His cheeks burned bright red now and he couldn't hold your gaze as you carded your fingers through his hair, fingernails gently scraping against his silicon scalp. He tensed so hard you could almost see his blood pulsing through his semi transculscent skin as he stretched it taut. After a minute or so he began a long droning whine, which ebbed and flowed with the rhythm of your fingers. You could probably have played him like an instrument beneath you.

Finally, it was time to watch the movie again. He took a long time to open his eyes, lids fluttering as he took heavy, shaky breaths. He collapsed onto the floor in a little convulsing heap at your feet and managed to squeak out a thank you while hiding his face in his hands, shaking like a little leaf. It was nice to have found something he couldn't wait for.

alt. version of the art i did where he actually blushes correctly because i was too scared to have that be released into the collective mainstream LOL. https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/847290864988454923/1140430822894223360/image.png