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[oohforeshadowing]

Some clubs are, of course, only for humans or only for non-humans - not that there's ever official rules about these thing, but people tend to just know. A place has a certain name, a venue in a certain part of the city, and these things alone make it clear who is and isn't welcome. 

Crimson, on the other hand, has always been for customers of all varieties - although it tends to only attract the most adventurous Betas. Double Trouble has been a co-owner for the past couple of years now, but that does not mean they're about to avoid availing themselves of the client-facing experience.

So to speak. 

They're lounging alone - holding a glass of wine, lightly scented with cologne and Alpha sweat - when they first spot the newcomer.

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[bleak_midwinter]

He's more than happy to put them there. He presses his body along theirs, then twists to press them against the bar. He works their mouth open with his tongue, hands on their narrow waist.

[oohforeshadowing]

Trouble arches pleasantly, tail curling around Tommy's knee, one leg hiking over his hip. Although they do pull away with a soft gasp, to suggest:

"A small shift of venue, darling? We have an...informal policy about fucking against the bar."

[bleak_midwinter]

He's insinuated a few fingertips underneath their shirt, and pulls away with a smile.

"Do you get a thrill out of the public, or do you have somewhere you'd like to go?"

[oohforeshadowing]

"I wouldn't be in this business if I didn't find it...stimulating. Over there."

They nod towards a booth against the wall, red leather and a good view for both those watching and those being watched.

[bleak_midwinter]

He sits down and pulls them up against him, down onto his lap if they go. As soon as they're seated he pulls them back in for a kiss, open-mouthed and claiming.

[oohforeshadowing]

Trouble sighs their pleasure and straddles Tommy's lap happily, grinding into him just a little - definitely getting hard under the snug strip of leather passing for a skirt. They nip his bottom lip, suck at it, partly for their own pleasure but just as much to see what he'll do in answer.

[bleak_midwinter]

He reaches up and fists a hand in their long hair, tipping their head back as he bites at their neck instead. He can feel himself getting hard, getting a little wet, and he insinuates a hand between Trouble's legs.

[oohforeshadowing]

"Oh - that's going to bruise," Trouble murmurs, with approval, rolling their hips into the touch. "Mm-"

Tommy's lucky. A few weeks either side of this evening, he wouldn't be getting what he's after, but right now? Trouble is packing like an Alpha, and definitely responding to being manhandled.

[bleak_midwinter]

His hips roll up when he feels it, eyes closing in pleasure. He knows what he is, and he definitely knows that he responds to a cock like that.

He rests his hand over the thick shape, shivering, before he takes Trouble's hand and urges it between his own legs. Where he's hard, and wet, and wanting for something.

[oohforeshadowing]

"Oh, darling-"

They clasp their hand firmly over the fly of his trousers, slowly rubbing him through the fabric. Torturously slowly.

"Don't you think you've given me a little too much power, letting me on top like this?"

[bleak_midwinter]

He laughs against their mouth, arching up again as his hand squeezes that thick prick.

"What is power, when I'm getting what I want?"

His other hand moves back to their hair, and he pulls, slowly. "I like those nails near me, and I like those teeth. Kiss me again."

[oohforeshadowing]

They do, hard and wet, their other hand running over his chest. Their nails catch at a nipple, not gently enough, then reach for his shirt buttons.

"Maybe I want to see what you'll do if I stop being so sweetnatured," they murmur, and then their voice drops a little lower as their lips trace his ear. "Stoplights, darling?"

A fairly explicit license for things to get a little rougher.

[bleak_midwinter]

He gasps in a quick breath, finding himself ready for a bit more of a fight. His pupils dilate, and he agrees:

"Stoplights."

His nipple hurts, his cock aches, and both of his hands clench. Let's have it.

[oohforeshadowing]

"Maybe you're not as tough as you say you are," Trouble coos, reaching up to start unbuttoning Tommy's shirt. "Maybe this is what you want. A big strong Alpha to pin you down, put you in your place..."

The next bite is against the side of his neck, and they do it like they mean it.

[bleak_midwinter]

His hands are tight on Trouble's waist, and when they bite him like that a part of him does want to submit. He shudders, moans, tips his head back- and then shifts, hard, tensing his thighs as he goes to flip Trouble onto their back. He makes sure it could knock the wind out of them, and he puts a hand on their throat for good measure.

"Maybe," he murmurs. The hand not on their throat goes back to that thick cock, drawing it out. "But not tonight."

[oohforeshadowing]

Trouble bites their lip, panting softly. They didn't bother with underwear under the skirt, and their cock springs out easily - smoother than human, without prominent veins, the head less distinct from the shaft. Still, there's something very familiar in the way their breath hitches when Tommy touches it.

"I can smell you now," they whisper. "How wet you're getting, darling."

[bleak_midwinter]

He twists his hand on their prick, seeing how it reacts to touch.

"You like that? Want to take a closer look?"

He squeezes their throat harder, and ruts up against their thigh.

[oohforeshadowing]

"You know I do."

Their voice is tight, inevitably, and their cock is throbbing in Tommy's hand. The knot is barely visible, but the skin is different - thicker, more flexible.

"You could - sit on my face, leave me so I can't see anything else."

[bleak_midwinter]

He's already straddling their hips, as he squeezes their throat once more.

"It seems we're of a mind, you and I. Get my trousers off, then. Show me you want it."

[oohforeshadowing]

"Yes, sir."

Breathing slow and deep, they open his trousers, reaching in to cup his prick and squeeze much too hard.

Make them sorry, Tommy, they're practically begging for it.

[bleak_midwinter]

He hisses and immediately lets go of their cock, and he gives them just enough time to red out before he smacks them right across the face.

[oohforeshadowing]

Their head jolts to the side, and Trouble gasps - and their cock drools precome, their scent all the stronger for it.

"You're really going to slap me when I've got your balls in my hand?" they chuckle, though their fingers are sliding further back, teasing at the slick heat of his hole.

[bleak_midwinter]

He gasps when that scent hits his nose, his hips pushing forward, his legs spreading. He pushes his own trousers down, so his slick can trickle slowly down his thighs.

"You're really going going to pretend that didn't get your cock hard?"

[oohforeshadowing]

"Not for an instant, darling."

They push two fingertips right inside him, curling them up into his prostate without a moment's hesitation..

"If you'd caught me last week, in the rut? Mm, you'd have had to chain me down."

[bleak_midwinter]

He whimpers at that, his wet hole clenching around their fingers. He curls his own fist around his cock, pushing down and getting that pressure a moment.

"Think I haven't done that? An Alpha, tied down, that knot just for me..."