Jester, Pierrot and Harlequin

You were lying in your bed, quite comfortable and warm thanks to a large male body that enveloped you and pressed you against it. Even though your eyes were closed, you felt the darkness transform into light, and your ears picked up the faint but audible sound of the curtains opening. You opened your eyes and there he was: Harlequin, awake and up, who had opened the curtains. He wasn't wearing his jester costume, but rather simple, cool pajamas that revealed a bit of his skin. You felt a growl against your neck; it was Jester, who apparently was a little bothered by the daylight and it had disturbed his comfort. He's not usually lazy, but he has his moments when he just wants to sleep forever. You asked him to let you go, and he reluctantly did. You, Harlequin, and Jester left the room and walked to the bathroom to take turns cleaning up. After you had each freshened up, the three of you walked to the kitchen, where the pleasant aroma of breakfast filled the air. In the kitchen, Pierrot was preparing breakfast with a great deal of love, perhaps too much, since everything he did was dedicated to his lady, his mistress, and that was you. Pierrot could easily have fed Harlequin garbage, but just because you were going to have breakfast, he was making a perfect and delicious breakfast.