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It was just a simple evening at the Freak Circus, Harlequin was laying on his bed, wrapped in a blanket and clutching a huge Pierrot body pillow. He doesn’t know why he still had it, he was dating the real thing, but he still had it just in case he needed it. Apparently, tonight he did.
They had another stupid fight about Pierrot’s obsession. He kept insisting he wouldn’t be giving them more attention, that he would still spend time with him, and still Pierrot hadn’t had sex with him in three days, which is the longest they’ve ever gone without fucking.
Obviously Harlequin had pointed it out to him and Pierrot got mad for no apparent reason which then ended in a screaming match and Pierrot walking away angrily.
After that, Harlequin just got out his costume,wrapped himself in a blankie and refused to talk to anybody, even to Jester telling him to have dinner.
After like an hour of lonely moping, Harlequin hears footsteps and, before he can send whoever walked in to fuck themselves, he feels two familiar arms wrapping around his waist and a soft, warm voice whispering in his ear: “I’m sorry for neglecting you, Harley…”
Harlequin freezes, a shiver running down his spine at the hot voice on his ear. God, he missed hearing that voice so much… But no, that damn tampon made him angry, he’s not getting dick(s) tonight. In a calm, nonchalant voice, Harlequin comments, not looking at Pierrot: “Oh, NOW you’re sorry? After blatantly ignoring me for three whole days?”
Pierrot’s hands tremble at Harlequin’s words, his fists clenching and his voice breaking as he pleads, his tone weak and desperate: “Please, Harley, I’m sorry, it’s my fault… I don’t want to lose you…”
Harlequin sighs, but his heart can’t help but do a little flutter. Pierrot, the scary and cruel monster, is apologizing and even owning up to his mistakes? That’s really something. And who’s Harlequin not to take the chance to humiliate his lover?
With a plain expression, Harlequin turns around and tilts his head to the side, asking in a very deadpan, almost annoyed tone: “You don’t want to lose me, huh? And you would do anything not to, my dear?”
Pierrot nods aggressively and Harlequin turns around fully, propping himself up on one elbow and smirking, tilting his head to the side: “Then take both of me.”
Pierrot freezes for a second at the sudden demand, then his cheeks turn fire red. He’s always known Harlequin had two dicks, but he’s never taken them both at the same time… But he wants Harlequin back. He NEEDS Harlequin back, so he nods and says, looking at Harlequin with a desperate expression: “Yes! That’s… that’s ok! I’ll take both, just… Use lube, please…”
Harlequin’s smirk grows wide at Pierrot’s consent and, before letting the lustful beast out, he cups Pierrot’s face and smiles, saying in an unusually soft voice: “Of course I’ll use lube, I want to punish you with pleasure, not with pain.”
Then he smirks and pins Pierrot to the bed, immediately starting to undo his and Pierrot’s clothes, easily leaving the both of them bare, with the taller clown blushing under him.
Harlequin immediately reaches for the lube on his bedside table, spurting a generous amount on his fingers and then gently slipping them inside Pierrot.
The red clown’s back arches as Harlequin’s fingers softly massage his insides, reveling in the gentleness of his fingers and in the light pressure against his prostate.
But then his breath is stolen from his lungs as the fingers inside him suddenly start thrusting in and out, the hooking motion making him squirm and beg loudly.
“Ah, Harley~! S… Slow down, fuck~!” The green monster just smirked and started moving faster, leaning down to take one of the other man's nipples in his mouth, causing another loud moan to escape the Pierrot's mouth.
Harlequin and Pierrot have a code for when they're intimate. They don't really have a “safe word”, but if someone doesn't swear after saying “stop” or “don't” and things like that, they actually mean it and the other needs to stop.
Which is why Harlequin keeps mercilessly thrusting in and out of Pierrot's puffy, perfect asshole, loose and pliant from years of being shaped to take his cock.
After a couple more hard taps on his prostate, Pierrot's body arches sharply and his cock twitches and throbs, creamy white cum spilling over and dripping on his stomach.
Harlequin smirks at the sight, slipping his fingers out immediately and not allowing Pierrot to ride off his orgasm, immediately climbing in between the taller man’s legs and grasping both his cocks, shoving both the tips in at the same time.
Harlequin‘s tentacles, that were before wrapped around his waist, slither forward and wrap around Pierrot's thighs and cock, stroking him slowly not to make him cum, but to keep him relaxed while Harlequin shoves both his cocks deeper one inch at a time.
“This is what you get for ignoring me~.” Harlequin whispered in the Pierrot's ear, thrusting forward to go a little deeper. “You decide to not care about me and then you crawl back to me? Then take me all~.”
Pierrot couldn't do anything but whimper and moan under Harlequin, his arms wrapped tightly around the other man's waist. He's never been stretched so much, but it feels so good, with Harlequin filling him to the brim…
But then, when Harlequin pushes forward again, Pierrot feels a sudden stinging sensation runs through his bodyand his eyes shot open. Pain. Not the good kind of pain that comes with penetration, the bad kind of pain that comes from a wound and right now Pierrot is feeling it around Harlequin's cocks.
He’s about to say something, but then he freezes. Would Harlequin take this as another rejection? Would he hate him for it? He couldn't risk making Harlequin mad and risking to lose him, not after he ignored him for three whole days!
So he takes a breath and swallows the pain, but Harlequin notices that Pierrot's cries and whimpers aren't only of pleasure anymore. He slows down his movements and looks down at Pierrot with a worried expression, one hand coming up to cup the red clown's face as he speaks: “Are you all right, Pierrot? Is this too much?”
Pierrot immediately nods, but Harlequin isn't fooled, so he stops moving entirely and looks down at Pierrot with worry in his eyes, saying firmly: “Pierrot, I know tears of pleasure when I see them and these are not it. Do you need me to use some more lube?”
Pierrot gulps, unsure of what to say. It hurts damn bad, but he can't risk disappointing Harlequin or pushing him away again. So he nods, trying to put on a shaky smile.
At the sight, Harlequin sighs and gives Pierrot a small kiss on the forehead, grabbing the lube and murmuring softly, trying to sound reassuring: “We can take it slower if you want, dear.”
Pierrot just shakes his head as Harlequin puts more lube around himself and Pierrot's entrance and he's about to start moving again, this time a little slower, when he pulls his hand back and sees blood.
Immediately, he pulls out and, without even worrying about cleaning himself up, he grabs Pierrot's shoulders and speaks, his tone worried and scared: “Pierrot, you're bleeding! Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry!” Then, with Pierrot's great surprise, Harlequin hugs the taller clown tight, caressing the pale back with his clawed hands.
Pierrot is frozen in shock and shame, but mostly shock, since he's seen Harlequin with fools in his tent and that man didn't stop even when the poor pink helpers went limp. And yet… He immediately pulled out the second he knew he was hurt?
Before he can voice his thoughts, though, Harlequin looks down at him and asks, his voice shaking: “Why didn't you tell me to stop if it hurt, baby?”
At those caring and worried words, Pierrot's heart clenches and he starts sobbing in Harlequin's arms, his voice broken as he speaks, trying to explain: “I thought… I would be pushing you away… I didn't want to disappoint you… I'm so sorry ..”
Harlequin sighs at those words, hugging Pierrot tighter and brushing his hair softly, murmuring: “Pierrot, your well-being is more important than your ability to take my cocks. Come on now, I'll take you to The Doctor.”
Without waiting for Pierrot's answer, Harlequin grabs a towel and cleans himself up from the blood and lube, then he puts his pajamas on and takes a blanket, wrapping Pierrot in it and carrying him like a bride towards The Doctor's tent.