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Dappled sunlight over your shoulders rivaled the lingering caress of affection he had dusted across your skin in the humid warmth of morning; tame, soft, considering the usual hunger that held his mind in a vice. You swore you could still feel the feather-light brushes of his earlier kiss, teasing you into a blissful melt as you lounged on cushion covered crates. Ambient noise of the circus coming to life fell to a background lull to be broken up by the racketing thud of his blades driving into soft pine boards he’d gathered for practice. Every so often you found his eyes falling back to you between tosses, as if he was making sure you hadn’t been some elaborate hallucination this entire time.
His birthday didn’t seem to be of much importance to stop his morning routine, only giving pause to accompany you to the grocery store when it opened. Spoils of the trip sat in the cooler beside you, sweating through the cheap styrofoam box. The contrast between his “going out” clothes and what he wore at home around the circus was always amusing to you, from so mundanely casual to something of pure myth in all his bells and puffs. And yet, when you pressed him about which he preferred, he offered, “I like my costume more– even though it stands out and can be.. difficult, sometimes.. I almost feel naked without it~”
Air thick with warm petrichor and the cover of angrier clouds rolling in, the healthy blush holding his cheeks signaled it was finally time for a break. A beckoning handwave from you to call him over made a cheesy grin shoo away the previous focus that shaped his visage into a thoughtful twist, threatening to make your heart drip through the cage of your ribs in molten adoration. His casual saunter back to you let you admire the stray sterling strands that clung to his neck in sweat laced abstractions from the effort of his training. Soft cotton of a fresh towel draped over your hands met the dampness of his face after he sat down on one of the crates you’d turned into a makeshift chaise.
Rustling leaves in vibrant shades of chartreuse from the fresh growth of spring haloed the scene of your care, letting him soak in the gentle stroke of your attentiveness. Settling into the catch of his lap by the curl of his hand, being the puzzle piece that fit perfectly in his you-shaped wanting never felt more obvious than in these moments. His arms had become just as safe as the shelter of your comforter, letting you bury your face into the joyous loops of his ruffled collar with relieved ease. Pulling in a slow, deep breath, the scent of him filled your senses in blooming aromas of sweet musk that spun your mind into a haze of affectionate need.
Your fingers played at the slits in the puff of his sleeve idly, admiring the quality of the wool and hand-stitched seams coming together in perfect alignment, “You’re burning up under there~ You should take some of this off~”
“We have to go back in the tent for that..” He breathed, watching your touch wander from his arm to the golden cording strung across his chest, “We’re not supposed to be bare out in the open.. it’s a rule Jester made a long time ago..”
“Yeah but the tent is gross and hot and the fans barely do anything–” An exasperated chuckle left you as you pulled at hidden bow under his collar, giving way to an instant relaxing of the lacing, “Mmm come on.. it’ll be fine for a few– no one comes back here.. when was the last time you felt sunlight on your chest~?”
Shouldering off the costume top, you could see the relief wash over him with the sticky breeze cooling the wet sheen of his skin. The black tank that hid beneath was drenched, leaving you to wonder if you could convince him to take that off too. Grabbing the towel again, you started to pat him down after letting the air give him another delightful chill. Old scars marring him in patterns you didn’t want to consider the brutality of, let him catch the linger of your stare with the caressing pass of his thumb on your thigh.
“I’m okay now..”
A slow nod from you came in response to his attempt to drift your mind from those thoughts. Circling arms around you pulled you in to feel the damp of his shirt through yours, leaving yours to drape around his shoulders to dry the back of his neck. Tension in him was quick to surface with the delicate brush of the towel fibers kissing the tender trauma carved there.
A nervous whisper caught you as your touch paused, “Sorry..” You mumbled off the roll of your breath, “Are you.. okay with me touching there..?”
There was a long draw of hesitation from him before he nodded slowly and huffed quietly, “Yeah..”
Tightness in your chest continued to wind at the way he seemed to be going through a wash of different emotions, leaving him to pant softly and his eyes to water with the flood of overwhelm.
“Should I stop..?” You cooed before he reached to close the short distance between your lips in needy presses.
“N-no.. you can keep going.. it feels nice..”
It didn’t take long for the towel to drip from your hands, replacing the caress of the cotton with the wander of your touch coming in the careful clasp of your hand over the scar tissue. Thumbs behind his ear moving in slightly firmer swirls to aid in the melt of his stress made you wonder if he was to float away from the high of your attention. Different positions of your pressure against the wounds of years past let you earn an array of muted moans and whimpers in the mess of kisses, letting the shadowing ache his body clung to fade. You weren’t sure how long you stayed like this before, almost silent, hiccuping cries began to bubble from him from the release of old fear being soothed.
A whisper finally broke between the need for contact between your lips, “Please..”
“I’m here.. you’re safe..” Soothing his ache with the consistent tenderness of your tone, your fingertips slipped under the seam of his hood to lift it from his head.
Another freeze of anxiousness held him before you hummed, “It’s okay.. let Jester get mad at me.. I don’t want you worrying about anything today..”
“I love you–” He quickly squeaked out, letting himself unwind the strands of tension that kept him taut, his hood slipping off the smooth ridges of his horns with a wilted jingle.
A warm smile graced you as you let your hands slide from the warzone on the back of his neck to the hem of his tanktop still clinging with soaked defiance, “I love you too Pierrot.. so much.. come on.. let’s get you more comfy..”
With eyes unafraid to show the hunger in their stare as you pulled the damp top over his head, he easily brought you in for a tighter squeeze this time with the drop of his shirt falling into the grass with sopping plop. A chorus of crackling vertebrae sang from you at the strength of his hold, terror cutting through him suddenly making him still to marble and loosen a bit for you to fold in his hold.
“Damn, guess it's been a while since I've had my back cracked–” You gushed with an embarrassed chuckle before you clocked the wobble in his features, “Did you– eheh– you thought you–”
Confirming your assertion, he quickly jumped over your words with pleading brows, “Please don't say it–”
Slight amusement still held you as you feathered kisses against his neck, “You're okay.. I'm not that fragile~”
“Yes.. you are..”
“Pierrot..”
Shelving the rest of that conversation, he sniffled and leaned over to nudge the lid on the cooler still resting beside you, “Are you hungry my love~?”
Letting the heavy subject slide as he rubbed melting ice cubes between his palms in a makeshift rinse, you chirped and slid back from your seat in his lap, “I could eat~”
Cured meats, cheeses, bread, honey, nuts, and fruit started to unfold from the cooler between you. As you reached for a strawberry, the clasp of his fingertips already holding one at the seam of your lips beat you to it.
A little razz from you came with a playful glitter in your eye, “It's your birthday love, shouldn't I be feeding you~?”
“Being this close.. and intimate.. with you is the best gift I could ask for~ Now open~” He teased with a nudging push of the berry to your lips in a playful kiss.
One berry turned to two, then to the honey drizzle of soft buttered bread, the sweet gush of tender mangoes, firm popping grapes snapping under your bite, and the slurp of passion fruit seeds carved from their flesh. Watching you bite, tear, and drink in messy, dripping glory made his mind sizzle with the pleasure of seeing you be sated by his hand. Juice from a particularly ripe peach spilled down your chin and over his fingers in gluttonously overindulgent drops, your head dipping to let your tongue clean the flow of it from his touch as he stared in pure awe. The scene of your mouth licking and sucking the length of his digits clean coupled with the unmoving lock of your gaze on his, gave him no time to rub even two brain cells together before diving in to lick the mess from your face. Surprise only kept you for a brief moment as swipes of his tongue moved to a deep capture of your lips.
“You look so beautiful–” He sighed against the insistent press of his affection, “So adorable.. when you devour like this..”
His words spun around your mind in a delightful haze of desire, feeling the fruit sticky press of his fingerpad sliding across your tongue once more as personal space became something of legend.
Breathless in the overwhelm of him, you pressed gently, “You never really answered me on what you wanted to do today..”
His head tipped forward to rest against yours, a pleased grin giving the sharp of his bite a place to shine, “Because it didn’t really matter what I did.. as long as I got to spend the whole day with you, beloved~”
“Mmm..” You hummed back, “You don’t have a show tonight, right..?”
“No, none of us work on our birthdays,” The drag of his claws, unhindered by their usual leather barrier, brushed down your back in placid strokes, “Unless we want to..”
“Good~” You watched his hand trail back up your arm to lace with your hand, biting down on another firm grape with audible crunch between you, “I was thinking later.. we could go out for dinner.. maybe check out Riverwalk.. ‘nd go see the stupid Bean.. ya know.. the touristy shit before we head out~”
Staring at you with an awe usually reserved for the gods, he nodded slowly as his blush darkened with your dusting of kisses to his knuckles, before snapping out of his lovesick trance for just a moment, “Wait– we can’t– Jester has a dinner planned for all of us tonight– I told him I was bringing you this time..”
“Aaand he was okay with that~?” You pressed lightly.
“He was.. mm.. he didn’t say ‘No.’.. so.. I think that means you can come~”
You gave a light poke to his chest, “Is that what you want to do~?”
“Yeah.. it's like our little tradition to have all our meals together on our birthdays.. I want you there because we don’t all eat together too often– and I..” An anxious nagging in his mind got the better of him as he paused to backtrack a little, “But I would understand if you don’t want to spend time with them, I know they’re.. we.. can be a lot to deal with..”
“No no, if that's what you want, then we'll hang out here~ If I marry you.. I marry the circus, no~? It’s not really gonna be a good look if I dodge the family dinners.. is it~?”
A wide grin pulled across his features in unfettered joy, “No, I suppose not~”
Finding the purest bliss in the way he buried his face into your collar with pleased glee, you hummed quietly, “In the meantime.. why don’t we.. head back into your tent.. get a little sweaty.. wash up.. then go see what's for dinner..” A long kiss pressed against his forehead made you murmur, “Sound good..?”
The shine in his eyes rivaled the glare of the sun cutting through the clouds, “That.. sounds perfect my love~”
Rustling green leaves were traded for the sound of whirring fans trying to keep his tent cool with the sweep of him pulling you into the nest of his bed. With the draw of his tent door left to flutter shut, the easy slip of his mask came in the darkness that swallowed you both. Maybe old habits died hard, for even now it seemed as if anxiety still gripped him from the old ways of keeping himself concealed as the warmth of his true kiss was usually met in the shade of secluded tents.
You didn’t even hear him take off the rest of his clothes before you felt the hot press of him pulling at the hem of shirt and taking full possession over your mouth, “Mm lemme get on top– mmpf– I don’t want you– to do all the work– mm– on your birthday–”
“Making you mine is never work..” He only pulled his tongue back enough to speak, “But if you want me to sit back, then I shall~”
Fabric shifting and clothes dropping were the final hurdles crossed before the testing taps of his claws against your hips pulled you back against him. Despite the darkness, with each hungry swipe of his tongue and bruising of your lips, you could feel the split in your physiologies spark a tickle in the back of your primal mind to run. Making it all the sweeter as you leaned into him to deepen the breath of his affection.
Squeezing the length of him between the plush of your thighs, he quickly fell into shallow strokes to at least settle part of the hunger peeling his skin.
A soft quip came from you at the nudge of him slipping between your legs, “Mm not yet~”
“What are you making me wait fooor..” He whined softly, a wobbling smile hardly hiding his desperation, “Please.. hahh.. please let me be inside you..”
“You will.. you will..”
Your words followed the trail of your lips as they crawled down the tight of his chest, the soft of his belly, down to the twitch of him begging for attention. This was far from the first time seeing him like this, but even so, the differences between you were stark as throbbed in your grip. Strokes around his length had him shaking and sighing as if it were the first time all over again with his excitement creating a steady drizzle of his slick to make the job easier. Though, it was impossible not to also notice the large bulb also starting to eagerly grow near the base of him.
Your grip shifted. Cupping the solid swell of him and massaging with your palms in tight firm circles, your thumbs finding a home rubbing up the underside of his length. By the way he sounded in the spoils of your worship, you knew if you kept this up he would surely unspool into a pile of the creature he once was. Then your head dipped down. Greedy sucking slurps trailing up his cock lead to the capture of as much as you could fit of him in the heat of your mouth.
A flicked glance up to him proved that even though he was coming unglued, he never took his eyes off you. Never looked away from how utterly mesmerizing you were with how completely occupied you were with his dick in your mouth. Getting too lost in the feeling of your efforts pulling him towards a swiftly approaching end, he pleaded in a messy babble, “Hah– please– please– please– sit on it please–”
You pulled your tongue from him with a head spinning pop, the glistening mix of saliva and him glimmering on your lips as you smirked back, “But you’re already.. like, eheh– I dunno, fully inflated?” The question followed another nervous squeeze of his swell, “That’s.. a big ask~”
“I-know-I-know- but if you could– maybe– if you could just– try~? You don’t have to take it all– if it’s too much– but~ even just feeling you bounce on it– would be just as perfect~”
“.. You’re lucky it’s your birthday~” Despite your protest, he could still read the greed in the way you looked at the length of him waiting to be held in you.
Hands at your hips that you thought were to ease you over him quickly turned into your chest meeting the press of the mattress, “H-hey– I thought you said you wanted me to be on top~?”
“Forgive me my love, I'm so close– I changed my mind– I just want to feel you under me–”
Before you could find the words to protest, the thick slide of him met you with a shallow breath as your walls clung to him in a milking grip, “Ouhh- god Pierrot– just– because the body yields– hhaah– Christ you’re– nngh– still a virgin– I swear–”
With a few slow breaths and a moment to let yourself relax, a soft, “Does it hurt my love?” came from him.
At the pause of his question, the nudge of his knot sat heavy against you, melting your mind to utter mush as you mumbled, “No..”
To be fair, it didn’t. You had become fairly accustomed to his size by now, but even so, the shock of him sheathing to the hilt on the first push was always going to be breathtaking.
“Good~” The weight of him came with the coo of his voice, laying his chest against your back in a firm pin, “Please.. tell me if it does..”
The pass of his tongue came next, sweeping up your neck before the all too familiar sink of his teeth buried into you. Nothing made you feel more like prey than when he had you caught beneath him like this; maw flush with your flesh, arms keeping you still, and hips braced in complete submission to the beast that brought you to bed. You weren’t sure if your pain tolerance was going up or maybe you were just starting to enjoy the way it felt with how much noise you were making for him. Blood seeping from your shoulder into a small stain in his sheets gave away the scope of his comfort with you, knowing you’d be willing to bleed for him to suit the nature of his desire. Finally pulling the grasp of his jaw from you, he tended to your new injury with a flood of licks and kisses that made you gasp with each pass.
Large metal fans oscillating as white noise over the sound of his hips meeting your rear in sweaty claps left you brainless in the wet heat of his tent. There was something deliciously mind-numbing about the way the thick swell of him felt rutting against you in greedy rolls. An affectionate nudge of his face against yours left a kiss to your ear, keeping his mouth there to ask, “Still doing alright.. my love..?”
“Yeah~” You hummed, letting a little smirk play at your lips, “I thought.. you said you were close~?”
If you didn’t know any better you could feel the darkening of his cheeks and hear the grin in the way he, “Shhh..”’d you.
“Fucker~”
Straightening his back and shifting you a bit, he cradled you against him in a way that made it seem as if you always made to fit this snuggly into him. Silver strands of his draped hair in front of your face was almost mesmerizing to watch in their waves with his pace. You opened your mouth as an exit for a moan while he tested the permission of his depth, taking the chance to catch the soft of your palate under the hold of his fingers rubbing caress. Even now his fingerpads were something of a novelty that you were still getting used to. For one, lacking the traditional spiral in place of something more smooth, with just enough texture to have grip. Enjoying the oddity of his physical makeup, you let your mouth close around the invasion of his fingers with some curious swipes and hungry sucks.
He always seemed to really lose himself whenever you gave his hands special attention like this, picking up his beat into you with an almost frantic tempo, “There’s nothing I’d rather be doing today.. than this– with you.. you’re so perfect.. I’ll never stop wanting this– wanting you–”
Another heavy nuzzle came from him as he sighed in a heavy pant, “You’re everything I could’ve asked for.. and more.. oh so much more my love..”
Letting his attention draw back to the frenzied high of fucking you like his life depended on it, it was his turn to fixate on the delicate creature that let him turn them into his personal pincushion. Everything about you was utterly intoxicating to him like this; the fragile expanse of your breath in heaved breaths, the mirror of your skin to that of fruit too ripe for the orchard, the way your body clung to him from the inside out as if you truly intended to never let go.
A heavy shudder from him came before the babble of his self control crumbling, “Ouuhh– It feels like you’re trying to pull me in–!” He groaned in heated breaths, “I think– we’re going to be late– for dinner–”
“W-what.. do you–” Your confusion being muffled by the smother of his sheets, the sound that left you with the sliding pop of him locking into place surely wasn’t, “Pier–OUHH~!! Fuck-fuck-fuck– ahhn– god– fuck–”
The longer stroke that held his pace shortened to quiet slaps that were drowned out by the way you absolutely could not keep your mouth shut. Nearly incoherent with the fullness of him making it impossible to do anything but be his fuckdoll, his name fell with curses and pleas in a mess that only served to satisfy him more. Languid rolls of his hips were the best he could manage with the hold of you gripping him like this was where he was always meant to stay.
With your body adjusting to the swell of him, the chorus between you turned to a sonnet of shared panting as he looked to capture the taste of your lips again. Tongue sliding around and past yours in a depth not reached by previous lovers, a helpless little whimper gasped from you at the violation. You had begun to wonder if he just wanted to become truly one with the way he invaded you as deep as he could, from whatever hole he could fill. As if you could never be close enough to soothe the ache in his chest.
But that’s exactly what you both needed as he began the weighted flood first, shaking and bucking in a limited stroke as you felt the firm twitch of his cock emptying itself in adoring excess. Feeling the hot pump of him fill you was more than enough to send you into your leg-trembling unraveling as both of you spilled sounds he would probably be replaying in his mind later.
Settling over you carefully, you could only manage a, “Heavy..” out from under him in wiped amusement.
A pull his hips back to absentmindedly check his tie with you came with one more groan from him with a flood of kisses sure to follow as he praised, “Sorry– I– this is– you’re.. everything.. you’re everything.. to me.. are– are you.. okay?”
“Mmm..” You answered back, returning whatever affection he gave as best as you could, “Yeah.. I think I’m okay..”
“You’re sure..?”
“Yeah~”
“Okay.. good..”
. . .
“Pierrot..”
“Hmn..?”
“Happy Birthday..”
“Thank you my dear~”
. . .
“I love you..”
“I love you too~ Forever and always~”
“.. forever and always~”