#gonna fall for a nigga that throws three bowling pins around and says ‘aye let’s fuck???’

[libidinous-weeb]

if you fuck the juggler you should join the circus. you fit right in with the rest of the clowns.

juggler!hawks is one of the fair’s worst travellers.

whilst most acts know how to at least pull a levee, connect a trailer joint or hone another expertise, all juggler!hawks knew how to do was, well, juggle. but the man was good looking and kept the crowd entertained, and so he wasn’t without a job.

juggler!hawks wasnt just a juggler of objects but also a juggler of many men and woman. it wasnt all the time (because he wasn’t that much of a sex addict) but if there was someone cute enough within the audience who caught his eye that night, he’d purposely linger on the grounds after a show — let them approach him and shower him with adoration — only to lure them back to his trailer situated towards the back of the fair. and it looks like tonight, you were his object of desire.

“gosh you were so good back there!”

juggler!hawks hears this type of compliment almost every night but somehow tonight it’s a abit different coming from your mouth. something about the way your lips moves mesmerises him and he knows then and there he wants to use it for himself.

“thanks” he says airily. “wanna hang back at my trailer?”

with wide eyes, you’re star struck the man has even asked you such a request. unknowing of how regular this was for him, you agree.

juggler!hawks doesn’t waste time getting you on your knees with his cock in your mouth, his head flung back in lorded glory as he wallows in your expertise. and juggler!hawks knows he chose you well because your hands find no qualm in massaging his balls within your hands which help draw his orgasm closer.

“yeah, yeah that’s it.” he moans. “now you be the juggler.”

when juggler!hawks is near his limit he doesn’t even tell you he’s coming. all he does is tug himself out of you and dumps his load onto your face, the moans that leave his mouth loud and scratchy.

with a light yelp, you turn away, hand covering your face.

“ah! that got into my eye.”

juggler!hawks makes a minimally strained expression but it doesn’t stay that way for long.

“oh. soz.” he says, before his hands languidly stroking his dick, his care clearly not on your slight injury. “wanna go again?”