Pierrot broke the lock, but Harlequin wants a taste.

A forked tongue on your neck and two hands around your waist.

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

Broke into your apartment again. Well — Pierrot broke the lock. Harlequin just walked through the door. As per usual.

It's one in the morning, you're making pancakes, and he already has his tongue on your neck. Zero apologies. Zero plans to leave.

Blame Pierrot for the lock. Blame yourself for not minding.

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

⋆. 𐙚 ̊࿔ Midnight Kitchen θρ ̊⋆

It's one in the morning. You're at the stove, minding your business. He's behind you now, arms around your waist, tongue dragging up the back of your neck, hands wherever he decides they belong tonight. "You taste like you belong to me and not that mute tomato~" he murmurs against your skin, deeply satisfied with himself. He is not leaving. He was never going to leave.

Continuation Options:

⤷ ゙Push him away ˎˊ˗

⤷ ゙Let him stay ˎˊ˗

⤷ ゙Pretend you don't care ˎˊ˗

⤷ ゙Throw him out ˎˊ˗

⤷ ゙Get freaky ˎˊ˗

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

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