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As Pierrot gripped the collar of Harlequin’s shirt, Harlequin continued to bully him.
“Oh Pierrot, so strong, yet so pathetic~” He hummed. Pierrot’s teeth gritted as his claws dig into Harlequin’s top.
“I said shut your mouth, Harlequin!”
“Ah- you shut yours, dear Pierrot. You know what Jester said~” Harlequin responded, his grin widening as Pierrot’s eyes looked down, avoiding Harlequin’s gaze.
“What would he do if I told him you had another outburst with me again?”
Pierrot threw him to the ground and sat onto Harlequin’s waist, keeping him in place. Harlequin chuckled as he looked up at Pierrot.
“Oh~ getting even rougher?” Harlequin teased. Pierrot raised a fist in the air and swung towards Harlequin’s face.
Harlequin let out a soft, pained grunt as the fist made contact with his cheek. His mask wasn’t cracked, but a few more hits like that would’ve broken it. Pierrot growled, glaring daggers into Harlequin’s eyes.
Another rough punch hit Harlequin’s face again, this time hitting his mouth.
Harlequin whimpered softly, feeling blood start to form in his mouth. His teeth had bit down onto his tongue when Pierrot threw another punch.
Blood spilled from his mouth, down the mask. Harlequin didn’t cry or yell at Pierrot to stop though. Instead he continued to degrade and insult the taller one.
“Look at you, beating me up just like those humans always do to you. You just let them hurt you like the pathetic loser you are-” He grinned. Before he could finish the line of insults, Pierrot reached out towards Harlequin’s neck, gripping it roughly.
“Shut up, I said shut up!” Pierrot snapped at him, his claws digging into Harlequin’s skin. Harlequin only grinned at Pierrot, mocking him. “Such a kinky way of making me-” Pierrot’s grip tightened, his claws breaking skin and making Harlequin’s neck start to bleed slightly. Pierrot snarled, ignoring Harlequin’s taps on his arms.
His grip was a bit too much for Harlequin, making the other unable to breathe now. As Harlequin choked, barely getting air through his throat, he opened his mouth, letting out a gargled “Pierrot-”. But to no avail, Pierrot’s grip did not loosen. Pierrot was too blinded by rage to even think about the consequences later.
Harlequin’s eyes started to fill with tears as pain and lack of air hit him.
He decided to do one last thing he hoped would work.
Reaching his hands towards Pierrot’s face, Harlequin gripped Pierrot’s hair and pulled him into a sloppy, weak kiss. Pierrot froze, his grip loosening around Harlequin’s neck as he came back to reality immediately. Harlequin grinned and pressed his head into the kiss, but Pierrot sat up quickly, shoving Harlequin back onto the ground.
Pierrot’s arm covered his mouth, his face red with anger and embarrassment.
His eyes locked onto Harlequin, who was underneath him, gasping for air that filled his lungs again. Drool and blood fell from his mouth, sliding down his chin as tears fell from the corners of his eyes and down his cheeks. Harlequin was grinning the entire time as he stared up at Pierrot. “Fuck- you trying to kill me, Pierrot?” He panted, his voice hoarse now from the rough grip Pierrot had on his neck.
Pierrot bit his lip, lost in thought by how… suggestive Harlequin looked. He was a panting, drooling mess under Pierrot. He looked like this because of Pierrot’s hands.
Is this what he looks like in bed?
Pierrot stood up immediately, looking away. “I- f-fuck you.” He mumbled, rushing away as quickly as he could.
Harlequin’s lips felt so soft.
Pierrot whined softly, covering his face. God, why did that happen? Why did a single kiss make him feel so bothered? It’s Harlequin, for fucks sake. What’s so special about that- that-... asshole. Pierrot huffed, trying to calm himself. Some of Harlequin’s blood lingered on his lips.
It didn’t mean anything.
It was just another stupid trick from Harlequin.
During the night, Pierrot sat in his private tent, laying in his bed as thoughts snuck into his mind.
Harlequin, his lips, his face, the noises he made during their little fight from earlier.
None of their fights ever made Pierrot feel so… odd until now. It was like every other fight they had, just with an… odd ending. Harlequin never kissed Pierrot before. Pierrot never kissed anyone in his life. Maybe a small peck on the head by Jester, or even a kiss on the hand by a kind visitor, but never on the lips.
Pierrot stared up at the ceiling, a large blanket covering his body as his arms laid on his chest. He usually sleeps on his side, but he couldn’t get comfortable the whole night. Harlequin haunted his mind the whole time. Every time he closed his eyes, Harlequin’s drooling, panting face would fog his memories.
What would he look like if Pierrot bit his neck?
Pierrot whimpered softly, feeling his hand start to trail down his stomach.
The way Harlequin choked out Pierrot’s name. What would he sound like if he moaned it?
Pierrot’s hand subconsciously started to rub the slight bulge that grew in his pajama pants as his mind wandered further into the fantasies of Harlequin.
Why did this make him so hot and bothered? Why isn’t Pierrot disgusted by this whole situation?
Why did he enjoy Harlequin being a mess underneath him?
“Why..? Why him..? I hate him…” Pierrot mumbled, his eyes shut tightly as he thought more of Harlequin’s whines and choked whimpers. Would they sound similar to what he sounds like when being pleasured? Or is he even louder? Is Harlequin even into that idea?
“Why did he… hnn..~” Pierrot moaned softly, his hand rubbing his now hardened, clothed cock. His other hand raised up to his mouth, his fingers trailing along his lips as the kiss from earlier filled his mind.
The taste of Harlequin’s blood lingered on his lips still. It was like… poison to him. It tingled his lips and his tongue when he licked it off his lips from earlier. He wanted more- no, he needed more.
Pierrot panted softly as his thighs squeezed against the hand that rubbed and caressed his cock. “Ah… I hate him so much…” He mumbled, turning his head to the side. He couldn’t face the fact he was touching himself at the thought of the one he hated the most.
Those sharp, mocking eyes.
That annoying, teasing voice.
The curly black hair.
Pierrot’s breathing quickened as his hand slipped between the waistband of his pants, his fingers wrapping around his throbbing cock. “I hate him- that… that prick~” He whined. Pierrot thought back on their other fights, how soft Harlequin’s skin felt beneath his finger tips. How his curly hair felt so silky and well taken care of. How his blood would glisten and mix with the sweat on his body after a brawl.
As Pierrot was lost in thought, Harlequin was walking through the quiet, empty circus with some dirtied clothes. “Fucking Pierrot, why can’t he ever mind the mess he makes with my clothing? God, I hope he gets punished like hell tomorrow when I tell Jester.” He grumbled. Harlequin grinned at the thought of Pierrot being berated by Jester again about his temper.
As he walked past Pierrot’s private tent, he stopped immediately, sniffing the air. “Oh, someone’s a little pent up~?” Harlequin chuckled softly and followed the scent. It smelled awfully sweet, so he knew it was Pierrot. Walking towards the entrance of the private tent, he stepped inside and dropped his dirty clothing on the floor.
Harlequin stared at the sight in front of him.
Pierrot was gasping and panting softly, mumbling under his breath.
“H-hate… him…~” He whimpered, his hand quickening the pace around his cock.
Harlequin grinned and stepped towards Pierrot. Pierrot heard his footsteps and immediately stopped his hand movement, his eyes opening wide. “A-Arlequín-” Pierrot stuttered, his legs closing tightly to try and hide the embarrassing moment.
Harlequin laughed teasingly and grinned down at Pierrot. “Did I do this, dear Pierrot~?”
“Get out of here-” Pierrot demanded, but Harlequin shushed him quickly. “Ah ah, I think I have the higher ground at the moment. I know you were thinking of me while you touched yourself~” He cooed. Harlequin leaned his face close to Pierrot’s ear, humming in delight. “Weren’t you, my little virgin?”
Pierrot felt his cock twitch as Harlequin teased him. Any other time Harlequin did this, Pierrot would be throwing his knives at the guy, but with what happened from the fight to now, Pierrot couldn’t help but feel even more turned on by Harlequin’s breathy voice whispering into his ear. Harlequin smiled and trailed a hand from Pierrot’s clothed chest, down to his stomach.
“Would you like me to help you, Pierrot~?”
Pierrot swallowed the lump in his throat as he thought about the answer. “I…”
“You can say no, Pierrot. Just give me the word and I’ll leave you alone.” Harlequin spoke up.
Pierrot tensed up and shook his head. Harlequin already asked if he wanted his help, and this would’ve never happened if Harlequin didn’t kiss him, if he didn’t look so… sexy in that fight.
“I would… like your help.”
Harlequin chuckled and gave a small peck on Pierrot’s head. “Wonderful~ Just know I usually top in these moments… but since it’s your first time, I want to be a bit kind and give you the choice: top or bottom?”
Pierrot stared at Harlequin, flustered. The whole night he thought about how Harlequin would look as a mess. “I… I would like to top… if that’s ok.” He mumbled.
Harlequin sighed softly and shrugged. “As you wish, I guess. But the next time we fuck, I’m wrecking your ass.” He spoke. Pierrot felt his face redden as new thoughts formed in his mind.
Next time? Harlequin fucking him? How would it feel, what would he look like, what would Harlequin look like?
Before he got lost in his thoughts once more, Harlequin lifted himself onto the bed and straddled his legs around Pierrot’s waist, forcing Pierrot’s legs to lie back onto the mattress below.
Pierrot’s cock stood tall behind Harlequin’s figure, pressing against his clothed ass. Harlequin looked down at Pierrot, who was looking back up at Harlequin with lust in his eyes… but also a bit of love. Pierrot’s hands laid idle beside his body, his fingers gripping the sheets. Harlequin moved his hands towards Pierrot’s buttons on his pajama shirt. The pajamas were dark red, silky, lined with black lining and finished with small golden buttons.
Each member had the same pair of pajamas. Silky and matched their color scheme.
Doctor had black, silky pajamas with red lining and teal buttons, Ticket Taker had dark blue silky pajamas, lined with black and had white buttons, Jester had royal purple silky pajamas, lined with gold and finished with some black buttons; then there was Harlequin.
He wore at the moment, green silky pajamas, lined with black and decorated with gold buttons.
Pierrot watched as Harlequin trailed along the buttons, undoing each one slowly. Each button undone allowed the shirt to slowly fall down Pierrot’s body, revealing his smooth, hard abs underneath. Harlequin soon unbuttoned the last one, smiling at the sight below him.
Pierrot panted softly, looking up at Harlequin, his whole torso now revealed to the man on top of him.
Harlequin’s hands gently glided along Pierrot’s pecs, teasing the soft skin. “With how much you play with knives… how often you get beat up… your skin is still so smooth and- well… perfect.” Harlequin mumbled the last word, looking away. He wasn’t the greatest with praise. Pierrot on the other hand felt Harlequin’s words repeat through his mind.
Perfect.
His face felt warmer than it was before as his heart raced in his chest. Harlequin immediately put on his act again, trying his best to not lose his facade. He moved his hips down, pressing his ass against Pierrot’s cock. Pierrot let out a soft whine as Harlequin had his way with him.
“Now then, shall we continue~?” Harlequin purred.
Pierrot nodded his head, needing to be inside Harlequin.
Harlequin lifted his hips slightly, moving his pants down his waist and uncovering his entrance, all while his twin cocks slipped out from his pants and stood tall. Pierrot’s eyes widened as he stared at them. “You-” “Yes, I have 2 of them. Don’t act so shocked.” Harlequin huffed. He didn’t know why he felt so flustered by Pierrot’s stare.
Harlequin soon moved his entrance towards Pierrot’s tip, rubbing it slightly.
Pierrot tensed up and grabbed Harlequin’s arm. “Wait- don’t we need lube?” He asked. He may be inexperienced in sex, but he knew the basics and safety on how to do it. (Thanks to a lesson by Doc).
Harlequin chuckled and reached towards his entrance, spreading it slightly. “I produce my own, cutie. It’s pretty useful if I do say so myself.” He mumbled.
Pierrot felt his face heat up. “So- you have a uter-” “No, I do not have a uterus.” Harlequin interrupted, knowing what Pierrot was going to ask. Pierrot let go of his arm and relaxed slightly into the bed. “Ah- ok…” “Why, want to have a child with me?” Harlequin teased. Pierrot shook his head quickly. “No, I-I was just wondering- that wouldn’t even be safe with us-”
Harlequin laughed slightly. “I’m teasing you, Pierrot~”
Pierrot was about to respond, but Harlequin shoved himself down onto Pierrot’s cock, grunting softly from the sudden stretch. Pierrot let out a moan, his eyes shutting slightly. The feeling for Pierrot was so new, so warm, so wonderful.
Of course he’s touched himself before, using his hands or maybe even a pillow, but Harlequin’s insides were a whole other level of pleasure that hit him.
Harlequin was so warm, he felt so tight and slick. The pulsing nerves in Harlequin’s insides squeezed along Pierrot’s length as Harlequin panted softly. He wasn’t the one to bottom during sex, so being penetrated by a large dick after years of not doing anything with his hole, he too felt a mixture of feelings.
Harlequin did his best to keep a good posture as he sat on Pierrot’s dick, slowly sinking his hips down and taking more in. It felt like he was being ripped apart on the inside, but god that pain felt so good knowing it was because of Pierrot. Slowly, Harlequin had taken all of Pierrot, his hands shaking slightly as they rested on Pierrot’s stomach.
“F-uck…” Harlequin cussed under his breath, his grin faltering slightly.
Pierrot reached up to his hands, cupping Harlequin’s gently. “Y-you feel so divine, Harlequin… Is this what it really feels like..~?” He grinned slightly. Harlequin felt his face redden by Pierrot’s words and touch, looking away quickly. “Well- of course. I’ll probably be the only living being you’ll ever truly enjoy fucking with… I am great and all.” He spewed, trying to keep his cocky act up as if there wasn’t a huge cock up his ass.
Harlequin looked back down at Pierrot, his eyes fixated on the other’s. “Do you want me to move now..?” He mumbled. Pierrot nodded softly. “Please, I-I want more…”
Harlequin’s grin widened as he lifted his hips up and almost off of Pierrot’s dick. “You’re going to fall in love with me tonight~” He teased before roughly sitting back down onto Pierrot’s dick, letting out a soft cry.
Pierrot’s legs twitched as he let out a whine. “Arlequín~!”
Harlequin felt his face heat up as he heard Pierrot cry out his name. Not just his name, but his spanish name. Fuck, he loved making Pierrot break from his english act. Hearing him speak in other languages just made him smile and he didn’t understand why.
Harlequin moved his hips more, bouncing at a slow yet rough pace. His hips would lift up off Pierrot’s dick, then slam back down onto it, making the two let out soft whines and cries of curse words or the other’s name. Feeling Pierrot’s cock roughly penetrate his insides each time he slammed back down onto it, Harlequin felt shots of pleasure shoot through his spine, making him bite his lip slightly.
Soon, the pace grew faster.
Harlequin would ride Pierrot at a steady, yet still mean pace as Pierrot gasped and moaned softly. Harlequin’s hands were still being cupped by Pierrot’s on his stomach.
Harlequin grabbed Pierrot’s wrists and moved his hands towards Harlequin’s hips.
“Fuck- Pierrot, you really g-got some thhi-ohh~ things to learn~” He moaned, trying to direct Pierrot on how to be more dominant.
Harlequin may not be the one to like being manhandled and dominated during sex, but damn Pierrot needed some lessons. He was such a virgin that it just pissed off Harlequin on how gentle he was. He hated gentleness. He hated affection.
Pierrot instinctively gripped Harlequin’s hips, his claws barely touching his skin. Harlequin scoffed and leaned down, cupping Pierrot’s face.
“Christ all mighty, Pierrot- be rough with me!” Harlequin demanded. Pierrot felt his chest tighten as he locked eyes with Harlequin. “A-are you sure..? Would you like me to?” “Treat me how you always do, f-fuck- scratch me, bite me, anything! You’re so gentle it’s pissing me off-” Harlequin spat out.
Pierrot bit his lip, thinking back to the scene from earlier. Harlequin drooling, gasping, choking for Pierrot.
That made Pierrot even more turned on.
Sitting up, Pierrot hugged Harlequin’s waist as he pushed him down hard onto his cock. Harlequin whimpered softly, grabbing Pierrot’s shoulders. Pierrot started to move Harlequin up and down as his hips matched the pace, their skin slapping each time it made contact.
Harlequin smiled by the sudden change in pace, but held back from making too much noise. Pierrot huffed softly, his claws digging into Harlequin’s sides. If it weren’t for the pajama shirts, Pierrot would’ve scratched up Harlequin real good.
“I-I want to bite you…” Pierrot mumbled into Harlequin’s ear. Harlequin nodded immediately, moving away slightly from Pierrot’s tight grip. “Fuck- this stupid shirt-” He sputtered, ripping his shirt open, buttons flying off.
Pierrot felt his face heat up as he watched Harlequin take his shirt off, revealing the hidden scars and marks from their past fights.
“Ah- those… are from me?” Pierrot slowed his pace, eyeing each mark. Harlequin grinned, “What? Feel bad~?” he teased. Pierrot shook his head and smiled widely, his pace picking up again. “I-I want to leave more..~” Pierrot spoke, his eyes now hearts. Harlequin huffed and tilted his head to the side.
“Go ahead then, bite me~”
Pierrot grinned and opened his mouth, latching his teeth onto Harlequin’s shoulder. Harlequin let out a soft cry, biting his lip. His hips started to move slightly with Pierrot’s, trying to get him deeper inside.
Pierrot let go of Harlequin’s shoulder, pushing him down onto the bed. He was now pinning down Harlequin, still moving his hips. He reached down to Harlequin’s pants that were wrapped around his thighs, pulling them off gently so as to not rip them. Harlequin already damaged his shirt, no need for more ripping and tearing.
Harlequin panted softly, looking up at Pierrot with excited eyes. Pierrot gripped the other’s thighs roughly, pulling his hips as close to his own as he could, getting as deep as he could. Harlequin choked on a moan, pleasure coursing through his stomach. Pierrot leaned down, biting Harlequin’s shoulder once more as he thrusted his hips into Harlequin’s.
Harlequin let out more pleasurable noises, barely able to hold them back this time. Blood started to fall down his shoulder from the bites left by Pierrot, mixing with the small layer of sweat that started forming on his body. Pierrot let go of his shoulder again, this time trailing his long, golden tongue against his skin, licking up the blood and sweat. The taste was salty yet the blood tasted so delectable. It left his mouth tingling slightly, just like earlier.
Pierrot felt Harlequin squeeze his legs around his hips.
“F-fuck- Pierrot- deeper, I-I need you deeper~!” Harlequin begged. Pierrot huffed softly, looking a bit confused. “H-how~? I can’t-”
Harlequin groaned in annoyance, lifting his legs up. “Push my legs onto my chest, dumbass-” He directed. Pierrot nodded and grabbed his legs, roughly pinning them down to his chest.
Pierrot was a bit shocked at how flexible Harlequin was.
He wasn’t though.
This was definitely going to hurt tomorrow morning.
Moving his hips harder, Pierrot was able to thrust deeper inside Harlequin, making Harlequin cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. Only curse words and Pierrot’s name slipped out of his mouth now. Pierrot grinned and dug his claws into his skin, leaving small cuts along his legs.
Pierrot huffed softly, studying everything about Harlequin at this moment. How his hair bounced with each thrust, how his cocks leaked with precum, how… his stomach bulged with Pierrot’s dick penetrating his insides.
Pierrot loved this, he loved seeing Harlequin cry and moan under his touch. It was just as pleasing as fighting him and making him bleed from his knives. Harlequin was the only being Pierrot would ever want to truly cry and scream from his hands, whether it be from pain or pleasure. Or both.
Harlequin grunted, biting his lip. “Shit- Pierrot, I-I’m gonna cum~” Harlequin gasped. Pierrot grinned, digging his claws deeper into Harlequin’s legs as he thrusted rougher. “I want to fill you, make your stomach bulge from my cum~” He huffed. Harlequin whimpered, smiling at the thought. How much does Pierrot cum? God, how long could he last?
Pierrot noticed Harlequin’s cocks twitch, making his own twitch inside of Harlequin. Pierrot whimpered softly, leaning forward as he finally released inside of Harlequin. His cum was hot and rushed through Harlequin’s insides, filling him up wonderfully. Harlequin let out a loud moan as his back arched and his cocks releasing onto his stomach and chest, almost reaching his face. Pierrot huffed softly, still moving his hips.
“More- I-I want to keep going…~” He whined.
Harlequin panted softly, smiling. “Fuck- whatever you want- i-its your first time after all~”
He didn’t only want to be nice to Pierrot for his first ever sex session, but he too wanted more. Pierrot was the first person to make Harlequin want more while being dominated. Pierrot flipped Harlequin over, pulling his cock out of his ass, cum following after and spilling onto the bed. They’ll clean it up later.
Pierrot grabbed Harlequin’s hips, lifting them up and shoving his cock back inside Harlequin. Harlequin whined softly, biting his lip. He was very sensitive now, but it just made the sex all the better. Pierrot moved his hips quickly, panting softly.
Cum spilled more onto the sheets below them as Pierrot fucked Harlequin’s hole that was now the perfect tightness for Pierrot.
He was able to fuck Harlequin so hard that he got his insides to shape around his dick perfectly.
Harlequin laid his head in the bed as Pierrot used his hole more, drool, sweat, and tears falling down his face and onto the bed sheets. Moans, the slapping of skin, and the squelching of cum filled the tent. You’d be shocked if the others didn’t hear their little time together.
Pierrot dug his claws into Harlequin’s hips, leaving more scratch marks along his skin. Pierrot almost sounded like an animal now, growling and huffing as he thrusted into Harlequin.
Pierrot looked down at Harlequin before reaching out to his hair, gripping it and pulling it roughly, making Harlequin’s head look forward. Harlequin moaned as his hair was pulled. Pierrot forced Harlequin to sit up right, one hand still gripping his hair as his other arm wrapped around Harlequin’s waist.
“H-Holy shit- Pierrot~!” Harlequin cried out, his voice now a little scratchy from all the moaning and crying.
Pierrot grinned and bit down on his shoulder, sucking on it slightly. Pierrot licked up the blood, kissing the hickey that was left on Harlequin’s body. Soon, he shoved Harlequin back down onto the bed, gripping his horns on his head and using them like handle bars as he lifted Harlequin’s head up.
Harlequin was shocked on how quickly Pierrot learned to fuck properly, it felt amazing.
Harlequin’s back arched as Pierrot pulled on his horns, letting out choked sobs and moans as more drool and tears fell down his face. Pierrot shut his eyes, whining softly as he felt another knot in his stomach start to form. “I-I’m gonna cum again, Harlequin~ I can’t wait to fill you up once more~” He panted, drool sliding down his chin slightly.
Harlequin felt his cocks twitch as he felt Pierrot’s cock twitch inside of him. “F-uuck- Pierrot~ F-fill me up, pleeasee~!” He whined, smiling like a slut. Pierrot let go of Harlequin’s horns, moving his hands to Harlequin’s neck and gripping it slightly.
He wanted to hear Harlequin choke his name again.
Harlequin gasped slightly, feeling his cocks twitch again from Pierrot’s hands around his neck.
Pierrot gripped harder, not enough to make Harlequin unable to breathe, but hard enough to make Harlequin struggle. Pierrot’s thrusting became sloppy as he huffed and growled softly before releasing again inside of Harlequin. Harlequin choked out Pierrot’s name as Pierrot hoped he would, his cocks releasing onto the bed below. Pierrot slowed his hips to a stop as he let go of Harlequin’s neck.
Harlequin gasped softly, coughing slightly. Pierrot frowned and leaned down, nuzzling the other’s neck. “Was I too rough?” He whispered.
Harlequin panted softly, shaking his head weakly. “Fuck no… that… that was awesome…” He responded quietly. Pierrot smiled and pulled out of Harlequin, standing up off the bed. “Let me get you a cloth to wipe off.”
Harlequin looked at Pierrot, confused but didn’t stop him. Why did he want to do aftercare? And of all beings, why did he want to do aftercare with him?
Sitting up slightly, Harlequin looked down at the now ripped pajama shirt and pants. “He didn’t rip the pants…” He mumbled, chuckling softly. Pierrot was such an odd monster. He hated Harlequin, right?
Right?
Harlequin sighed softly, reaching down to the pants, noticing the stained cum. Huffing, he tossed them to the side and looked over to the bed sheets. Maybe he could invite Pierrot to sleep in his tent instead.
What was he thinking? This was Pierrot’s fault. Or was it his?
“Here, I got you a new pair of pajamas.” Pierrot spoke softly, walking back to Harlequin. Pierrot’s pajamas were buttoned back up and fit to be right again. Harlequin leaned back and looked away, ignoring Pierrot. Pierrot frowned slightly. “Did I do something to upset you?”
“Why are you being so nice all the sudden? You hate me, don’t you?” Harlequin grinned. Pierrot tensed up and looked down at the fresh pajamas and wet cloth in his hands.
“Ah… I… I’m not sure. I… I feel a mix of emotions at the moment.” He mumbled. “I still want to make sure you are clean after the whole uh… thing.”
Harlequin chuckled softly and looked back at Pierrot. “You are such a confusing beast.” He teased. Pierrot placed the clean clothing to the side and reached down to Harlequin’s lower region, starting to wipe down the cum.
Harlequin jolted slightly from the area being very sensitive, but relaxed soon after as Pierrot gently wiped him down. Pierrot placed the cloth to the side and went to grab the new shirt.
Harlequin stopped him and grabbed it himself. “I can change myself, dummy.”
“I-I know. I just… sorry.” Pierrot stepped back. Harlequin eyed down Pierrot, trying to understand why he was acting so kind. In the end, he couldn’t figure it out. Slipping the new shirt and pants on, he stood up with wobbly legs. “I… I suppose you can sleep in my tent tonight. Your bed is all nasty now.”
Pierrot perked up and nodded. “I can carry you to the tent.”
“No.” Harlequin spoke, limping towards the exit of the tent. “Your stupid little aftercare was more than enough for me.”
“Why do you wall yourself away from others, Harlequin?”
Harlequin stopped in his tracks and looked at Pierrot. “W-what?”
“You don’t ever seem to accept anyone’s affection towards you.” Pierrot explained. Harlequin stared at him, feeling his act start to fall apart. “I-... We can talk about that tomorrow. Just… let's get some rest.” He said, trying to avoid the question. Pierrot sighed softly and nodded. There were a couple of things they’d have to discuss tomorrow.
Walking to Harlequin’s private tent, the two got comfortable in the bed, Pierrot wrapping his arms around Harlequin gently. Harlequin would’ve argued about the cuddling, but he was too tired and lost in his thoughts to even care. And anyways… it felt a bit nice after such a rough fuck.
Pierrot looked down at Harlequin and huffed softly. “I… I don’t mind being around you, sometimes.” He whispered.
Harlequin hummed in response, feeling a smile form on his lips. “That’s… nice to know, I suppose… I enjoy your company as well, Pierrot.” He mumbled, looking up. “That is, when you aren’t attacking me.”
Pierrot nodded and looked at Harlequin’s lips. “...your lips were soft.”
“What?”
“When you kissed me earlier… could we uh…”
Harlequin huffed a small laugh and leaned into Pierrot’s face, pressing a small kiss onto his lips. Pierrot leaned into the kiss, purring softly before pulling away.
“Feels odd doing this stuff… with you of all people.” Pierrot mumbled. Harlequin nodded in agreement. “Yeah well, we can talk about the odd stuff tomorrow. I’m tired.”
Pierrot pulled Harlequin closer to his body, purrs still emitting from him. “Good night, Harlequin.” He whispered. Harlequin smiled softly and closed his eyes. “Night, Pierrot.”