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Lazy Afternoon
(Polycircus, Columbina Lives AU)
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You couldn't help but feel overheated despite the cool night air. Maybe it was from the body heat within the enclosed space— either way, your skin felt feverish and warm as it had almost the whole day.
It certainly didn't help that half the circus' group was deep in the throes of their season.
... And it really didn't help that one of them was deep inside of you— and you weren't sure who at first.
Jester had caught your attention with his voice while you felt a cock slide out of you and a new one press inside. A glance wasn't even needed to know the identity of your new partner but you did so anyway, catching a familiar cyan gaze in the same moment that his arousal begins to stretch you open. He's surprisingly gentle given what you know he's enduring, how much he's restraining himself from clutching your hips in his claws and rutting senseless.
"I was wondering when you'd get tired watching, Doctor," you tease breathily. He had seemed so content with observing the others indulging in their sexual instincts for such a time—gaze flickering between Pierrot, Ticket Taker and Harlequin and how their hips moved or how their mildly disinterested mates chatted idly between themselves.
"I... could not wait any longer, sweetie," he remarks, tone endearingly soft against his normal clinical lilt. "Since you have taken Pierrot already I assumed..."
He trails off. Embarrassed, you realize as he tilts his gaze away.
"You're not going to hurt me," you assure him, reading the meaning without him needing to say it explicitly. A flicker of pride shivers down your spine when you force a groan from deep in his chest, intimate muscles tightening around the length of his cock inside of you. "Someone needs to let loose, hm?"
It doesn't take much to convince him to move, his thrusts controlled and measured in a way that's oddly comfortable for you despite the fact that your mates had been cycling between exhaustion and extreme arousal for the last day or so— they were all gentle as the heat began to wane, but Doctor especially so.
Columbina makes an idle comment, dragging your attention back towards the gentle, casual conversation between the three of you who decidedly weren't in season... yet, at least. Even you couldn't deny the syrupy sweetness in the air, tinged with roses and something earthy.
Between her legs, Harlequin greedily slurped at her warmth— she had to guide him repeatedly with a solid grip in his soft, curly locks whenever he tried to stray from her sensitive bud to nip and bite at her thighs. Though Harlequin could sometimes be the most energetic, he was also surprisingly easy to direct with a firm enough hand and a hard enough tone of voice.
Meanwhile, Pierrot was already knotted inside of Jester and practically shaking. The circus leader merely carded his fingers through the other's soft silver hair, cooing at him delicately in Portuguese in a tone that sounded suspiciously maternal— though you'd not mention it aloud for fear of Jester's sharp, iron glare through your soul.
There wasn't a need to rush. The afternoon was lazy, after all. The four would be rutting for at least a few more days (Pierrot probably longest of all) before they'd be calm enough to open the circus once more.
Ticket Taker had been especially careful about timing out everything perfectly, even going out of his way to make sure there were altered flyers printed to communicate that the circus would be closed for a full week in advanced. You wondered if he kept a calendar for all of their seasonal cycles and found the thought almost endearing, especially since he was just as bad off as the others.
He was sitting where Doctor had been, body bent forward in what you understood was exhaustion and nothing else— he had been rutting for a day or two longer than the others so he was beginning to wear down, though you hoped he'd be open to you thanking him properly for putting in so much work so that the others didn't have to worry about prying eyes catching this delicate scene.
You think he deserved a little special treatment, and your mouth would do nicely to deliver that.
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