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Every night, well past closing, Jester and Ticket Taker set up dinner in the staff tent. This is how headcount and a review of the day were conducted before everyone went on their way back to the hotel.
Tonight should have been no different as Pierrot sat between the doctor and Harlequin. Mindlessly twirling his fork around the cake that was on his plate, listening to Jester drone on about things that should probably be important, but Pierrot was extremely tired today.
Between two shows back-to-back, and not being able to see the cute cafe worker, he was so over it.
As he got lost in his daydreams, he didn't notice Harley lean forward subtly, putting his arms on the table to give Jester his full undivided attention.
Something tickled up his thigh.
Brushing the first tickle off as an accident, he continues his adventure in fantasy land, nearly falling asleep. Hopefully, Jester's yap session is over soon.
The second time something slithers up his leg, it fully wraps around his upper thigh and gently squeezes.
What the fuck.
Pierrot is wide awake now, eyeing the green tentacle wrapped around his leg. Debating on stabbing it and ruining dinner weighs heavily on his mind.
But the last time they ruined dinner with a tussle, Jester punished them severely. Does he want to see his cute cafe worker again? Yea. So he decides this isn't worth it and instead glares at the green clown from the corner of his eye.
Harley is not paying him a thought as he happily engages in conversation with the others. As if his tentacles aren't wrapping around Pierriots legs.
Pierrot pulls the jelly-like appendage off his thigh, making sure to dig in his claws. But it comes back like it was meant to be there.
The doctor eyes them from beside Pierrot, silently hoping Jester lets them go before these two blow a hole in the roof again.
Ten minutes of stewing in anger as more tentacles wrap around his legs, feeling him up, and suggestively dipping under his clothes. Jester finally releases them for the night.
The tentacles release, and Harley stands up as if nothing happened. His grin is forever present as he reaches a hand to help Pierrot up from his chair.
Pierrot slaps it away.
As everyone leaves the tent, Harley makes it a point to stay in step with Pierrot, much to his dismay.
The tension is thick as they walk back to their respective Hotel rooms. Neither speaks, but Harley makes sure his hand brushes with Pierrot's as they walk.
When they arrive, the hotel hallway is silent, with not a soul in sight. Harley pins Pierrot against his door. "I've been waiting to do this all day. You'll behave for me tonight, won't you?" Harley's grin is manic.
Surprisingly, Pierrot only struggles briefly before going slack. It's been a long time since they've done this. Feeling slightly woozy from the poison in his system, yes, those tentacles had a purpose.
Pierrot glares at him; his eyes speak for themselves.
"Good." Harley breathes out before opening the door and quickly pushing the other into the room roughly.
The masks come off, and their circus outfits get shredded as they paw at each other, ripping fabric and sending bells flying.
They kiss with a passion, their long tongues in a battle for dominance over the other. Pierrot bites Harley's bottom lip, splitting it open. Harley savors the taste of iron mixing with the sweet taste of Pierrot's strawberry Chapstick.
Pushing Pierrot up against the door with a thud, they part from each other, gasping for air. Gold eyes meet green as Harley puts his thigh between Pierrot's legs; he smirks.
"Should I take you against the door? Hm?" he leans his head down into Pierrot's neck, long green tongue flicking out to lick up his jugular.
Pierrot whimpers, grinding down on the thigh between his legs to get much-needed friction. He's so hard it hurts.
Harley makes sure to make his marks deep so they last as he lets Pierrot have his way with his thigh. Biting into his bare shoulders, drawing blood, he happily laps up as it comes out.
Pierrot's moans are low, high-strung. Goodness, he needed this. He feels like he could cum from riding Harley's thigh.
He feels so close when suddenly Harley pulls away altogether, leaving Pierrot with no support. He slides down the door, panting.
Weakly glaring at the grinning man above him, Harley takes in the mess he made of the other, so stunning. This creature was meant to be his. Yes, no doubt about it. Gold eyes glossed over with tears pricking the corners, but he wouldn't let them fall. Not in front of Harely at least.
After admiring his work, he smiles. Before lifting the other from the floor and throwing him over his shoulder as if he weighed nothing. Making his way to the bed, so the real fun can begin.
Pierrot is winded, struggling with not much intent behind it as he's thrown onto the plush hotel bed. Harley quickly crawls on top of him. His tentacles freely move around the captive under him, tying his hands down to the bed as others shimmy off the only article of clothing left, his black tights, and spread his legs open.
Pierrot flushes at how exposed he is, trying to shut his legs, but the tentacles this time are meaner. Of course, if he really wanted to, Harley would be across the room as he was the stronger of the two, but tonight he wanted to let himself go. So he stopped his struggles and lay back, closing his eyes tightly instead.
"Being shy after everything weve done? How sweet." Harley purred into Pierrot's ear, sucking a little on the lobe.
Tentacles move down and tease his flushed cockhead, wrapping around it and stroking slowly. Teasing. Another set circles around his hole. Harley drinks in the sweet whimpers and moans coming from Pierrot. He's not idle as he leans down to suck on a perky nipple. Biting it, rolling it between his sharp teeth.
Pierrot grabs onto his black hair and tugs. Harley groans, "Do that again," he grinds his clothed cock against Pierrot's exposed one. The friction makes them both moan.
Pierrot tugs his hair again as Harley continues his assault on his chest, making sure to leave it covered in as many marks as his neck. His tentacles never cease their stroking. Pierrot is in heaven.
Slimey Tentacles begin to press into his hole. When did Harley have the time to buy lube? Pervert. Or it was the case that he always had some on hand. Pierrot didn't think too hard about it. Loudly moaning at the intrusion, his tentacles were no joke in size.
"Easy, sweetheart, you've taken much bigger." Harley coos soothing him by drawing little circles on his belly with his claws.
Pierrot doesn't retort. Just squeezes his eyes closed again, holding onto Harley's hair. It's been a while since he's taken anything really.
Once one is in, it starts slowly moving with purpose, directly to his sweet spot. It's been a while, but Harley remembers everything.
Sitting himself up, Harley begins to remove his own pants, freeing his aching cock finally from its confines. He strokes himself off at the sight of Pierrot, whose eyes are open in a dreamy daze as the tentacle slowly starts thrusting itself. He moans lowly, watching precum dribble onto a tentacle that's stroking him off at a teasing pace.
A beautiful site, truly.
More tentacles join the fray to get a taste of Pierrot's body, coiling around his nipples. Around his throat, squeezing. Oh, he loved Pierrot's choked-up moans.
The one inside him picks up its pace, finding a rhythm and fucking into his willing body hard and rough. His moans pitch in volume, Harley spares a quick prayer for their neighbors.
Harley fucks his fist at the same rhythm as the tentacle. "You're such a good boy, taking it so well," he purrs out. "My beautiful Pierrot."
Pierrot is gone as he gets his brains fucked out by the tentacle inside him. Drool slips from his parted lips, and he's unaware of anything else. Floating, he feels dumb, high even.
His climax is building; he can feel it. But the tentacles deny him by wrapping tighter around his cock. He whines high and needy at the loss.
"No, we will we cum together." Harley grits out. A low growl sounds from Pierrot in warning.
Harley smirks then. Denying him further by stopping the tentacle inside him from moving and taking it out completely.
Pierrot thrashes, angry at being denied so bluntly. The other tentacles also halt, but they still hold him down firmly.
Harley crawls up, then strokes himself one last time, making sure Pierrot is watching. He is. He glares like a dog being denied his treats.
His treat comes in the form of Harley lining his cockhead up with his entrance and shoving home in one go.
Pierrot screamed. Loudly.
Not from pain but from cumming so hard he felt whatever soul he had leave his body.
"Oho, that feels great." He closes his eyes in ecstasy as Pierrot tightens down on his cock like a vice when he cums.
He starts a punishing pace fucking the other into overstimulation. Pierrot has no choice but to hold onto the bedsheets for dear life as skin slapped skin, making the room feel louder than it originally was. Everything was so loud in his ears as he moaned and whined, letting Harley ravish him like an animal. He definitely sounded like one. Groaning and speaking dirty praise into Pierrot's ear.
"My pretty little thing, nobody can fuck you as good as me." his pace gets sloppy. Leaning down to kiss Pierrot's open mouth, shoving his tongue down his throat. Swallowing up the rest of his moans as Harley slows to a grind as he cums inside.
Pierrot doesn't have the energy to be angry that he came inside. Issues for tomorrow.
When Harley pulls out, Pierrot whimpers. Making him pause. "You like it when I pull it out?" he smirks down at him, eyeing the cum trickling from his puffy hole.
Pierrot closes his legs and rolls over. Harley chuckles before getting up to grab rags and clean them up.
A loud knock on the door stops him in his tracks, suddenly remembering they are in a hotel. They have neighbors. Oh dear.
"One second!" he calls out quickly, throwing a blanket over Pierrot and putting on the pants he finds on the floor.
When he opens the door, he's met with a very angry Jester. Turns out this floor was rented out for them, and their neighbors are.. Oh.
Harley puts on his best smile. Turning his head to see the rest of his colleagues watching from their own doorways.
They both get heavily punished the next day.