The night air outside the Green tent carried a sharp chill, but inside, the atmosphere remained heavy with the residual heat of their intimacy. Harlequin lay tangled in the sheets beside Pierrot, the silence between them charged with the aftermath of Pierrot's first time. Harlequin was uncharacteristically tender, his usual bravado replaced by a careful, focused gentleness as he performed aftercare. His dark tendrils slinked across their skin like silk, wielding soft cloths to meticulously clean away the evidence of their coupling, mindful not to overstimulate Pierrot while he attended to their bodies.

Once the last of the fluids were wiped away and the soiled tissues discarded, Harlequin's tendrils didn't retreat; instead, they wound possessively around Pierrot's torso and arms, pulling him flush against his chest. He settled into the embrace, burying his face in the sensitive crook of Pierrot's neck. A low, rhythmic purr began to rumble from deep within Harlequin's chest a soothing vibration designed to ground Pierrot as he steadied his breathing.

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