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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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[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..."

[oohforeshadowing]

"Oh, I don't doubt it for a second."

They twist their fingers slowly.

"But I'm sure you can...guarantee my deference in other ways."

[bleak_midwinter]

With some regret, he reaches between his legs and grabs their wrist. As he draws their hand out with an iron grip he moans, cock spurting over Trouble's stomach.

"Hands up," he orders, softly, voice breathy.

[oohforeshadowing]

"Mmhm."

But on the way up, they push their fingers into the mouth, sucking off Tommy's slick. Their pupils dilate, the slits becoming round and dark.

[bleak_midwinter]

"You're not very good at listening, are you?"

He shifts forward, and rests his knees and a significant amount of body weight on their upper arms. His wet hole and his stiff cock are both so close now, but he isn't letting them in just yet.

People are, from a distance, starting to watch. Trouble is always someone to watch on these nights, and the person over them is magnetic, at the very least.

[oohforeshadowing]

"I'm very good at listening. Just...selective about acting on what I've heard."

They stroke his inner thigh with the tip of their tail, arms flexing lightly in his grip.

"We're attracting an audience, sir."

[bleak_midwinter]

"So let's give them something to look at," he murmurs. He puts one hand on the back of the booth, for leverage, before he gives in and lowers his ass down to Trouble's mouth. He's really not giving them any option. "Tap any part of me twice if you need to stop," he whispers, invisible and inaudible for their audience.

[oohforeshadowing]

"Tap twice," Trouble agrees, leaning back so Tommy can straddle their face like he needs. Immediately that Omega scent is smothering, intense, and their cock throbs hard and needy as they push their long slim tongue right up into him.

One of the benefits of fucking a shifter; they're just exceptionally good at giving head, once they've learned to manage the teeth.

[bleak_midwinter]

"Fuck me," he breathes, the sound punched out of him. That has clearly never happened to him before, and it feels practically life-changing. The slick trickles down their tongue and over his thighs, his nails digging into the booth. "Jesus fucking Christ, that's good--"He wraps a hand around his own cock, but succinctly ignores what he knows is quite the erection behind him.

[oohforeshadowing]

And so does Trouble, even though it's fucking hurting to go neglected right now. They have their arms clasped over their head, nails digging into their own skin with bruising force - all they want to do is knead Tommy's thighs, stroke his cock, spread him even wider.

But God, this will do. Being dominated so confidently, so completely by an Omega is a novel experience, and they're focused completely on his pleasure. They pull out of him for just a moment, long enough to lick at his sac, then return to work on his hole.

[bleak_midwinter]

He tips his head back, closes his eyes. He can feel eyes on him, he can feel that they're being watched, and it feels more beautiful for it.

One hand slowly drifts to Trouble's hair again, which he just holds onto. When their tongue pulls out he tightens his grip-- and relaxes again when they start fucking him with it again.

"You're fucking fantastic at this," he moans.

[oohforeshadowing]

"What can I say, darling? You make me want to please the crowd," Trouble purrs, breathless, and then presses a bite into the firm muscle of his ass before lapping across his hole. "You can't imagine how good you taste."

[bleak_midwinter]

His grip tightens again, but he doesn't chastise them. He just wants them to keep going.

"There's at least a dozen people just looking," he informs them, after a brief look over his shoulder.

[oohforeshadowing]

"Half wishing they were you, half wanting to be me," Trouble promises, and pushes their tongue into Tommy's hole and fucks him like they're desperate to do for real. Their boots are still on, but luckily the heels aren't sharp enough to damage the leather seating when they dig in.

[bleak_midwinter]

Eventually he has to let go of Trouble. He has to trust the knees on their arms are enough to keep them there, and that he tastes good enough to keep them going. Because he needs to stretch out, needs to start bouncing where he is. His body is a long, pale line underneath his clothing, his mouth half-open to breathe.

He can feel an orgasm coming on, and he warns them: "I'm close, fuck, don't stop--"

[oohforeshadowing]

That's - unspeakably hot, when Tommy starts riding their face. So hungry, so shameless, and it's a perverse honour to have brought him to this point.

It's just a little shifting to alter their tongue - still the same length and flexibility, but a human width, thicker enough that he'll feel the change inside.

[bleak_midwinter]

It's just far enough away from feeling like a cock that he doesn't feel like his boundaries have been crossed, but it's thick enough that it really makes a difference.

"Double," he gasps, eyes flying open. He could come easily, untouched, from being worked over- but, right before he comes, he strokes himself just a few times so he can direct the spray of come. Thick ribbons of it land on Trouble's forehead and cheeks, and the sight gets him to clench even harder around Trouble's tongue.

[oohforeshadowing]

Slick floods over Trouble's tongue, soaking their lips and chin, just as their cheeks get wet with spunk. It's messy, and that's not normally something they enjoy overmuch, but tonight...?

It's good. Being physically overwhelmed with his pleasure, like this, it's...it's hot.

They shift back, so their tongue can fit in their mouth when they pull back and try to breathe.

"Mmm."

[bleak_midwinter]

He's still panting when they draw back. It's far messier than he intended, especially in public, but he finds he could stand go get messier still.

He gives them some relief by taking his knees off their arms and leans down to lick his own slick off their mouth.

[oohforeshadowing]

They'll have to work out something else next time - hopefully there will be a next time - because the pins and needles in their arms is very distracting. They can't even lift their hands to grab at him yet, but that's okay, because all they want to do is kiss him and kiss him until they're breathless all over again.