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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]

"Oh, I can understand that," Trouble murmurs. "If the peaks of my cycle were more...aggressive, I'd just stay home. As it is, it's distracting, but not debilitating."

They stroke back his wet hair.

"Scrub your back, darling?"

[bleak_midwinter]

"Thank you," he says, before turning around. He leans his forearms against the tiles, his back strong and broad.

"How often do you rut?"

[oohforeshadowing]

Trouble lathers a sponge with a mildly spice-scented soap, and starts working him down. It's lovely, this part, having all this bare skin and strong muscle under their hands.

"Every seven or eight weeks. Stress makes me irregular, but that's not a problem at the moment. You're...more often, right?"

They decide not to mention that they also go into heat every couple months.

[bleak_midwinter]

And he hasn't really picked up on that yet, and doesn't know enough to ask. He just enjoys the hot spray, Trouble's firm hands.

"Six, usually. But like I said. It's been at least twelve for me, and I'm hoping for a little more time."

[oohforeshadowing]

"Of course."

They give his ass a light squeeze, not so much a come-on as just a little light teasing.

"You definitely work out. Running? Wrestling?"

[bleak_midwinter]

He laughs a little and reaches back, to grab any part of them.

"Running and boxing."

[oohforeshadowing]

Trouble guides a hand to their hip, letting him grope as he pleases.

"I swim. And I train in jiu-jitsu."

[bleak_midwinter]

He does so, fingers digging a little, pulling them in like they might press him up against the wall and take him.

"Jiu-jitsu? I like that. Done it a long time?"

[oohforeshadowing]

"About twelve years." They nip at his ear. "I'm all alone in the world, you know. I need to be able to defend myself from miscreants."

[bleak_midwinter]

That's an Avenue to explore another time, but he's more than smart enough to ruin this mood.

"Miscreants? I shudder to think."

As he tips his head for another nip. "Boxing's come in handy for the same reasons."

[oohforeshadowing]

"I can imagine. But these days I'm sure people know to respect you by reputation alone, mm? Everyone knows the Shelby family, one way or another."

Some ways are more respectable than others.

[bleak_midwinter]

"Hmm."

He turns around and rests his back against the wall, and with firm hands urges Trouble to turn around too.

"That doesn't stop people trying to knock us down a peg."

[oohforeshadowing]

Trouble turns, bracing their elbows lightly against the tiles.

"And I'm sure you respond proportionately," they murmur.

[bleak_midwinter]

"There's a reason you almost had me escorted out of your club," he says, amused, as he starts rubbing them down. God, thar skin feels good.

[oohforeshadowing]

"I would never, darling."

Maybe if he'd sounded more financially than sexually aggressive. They arch, making a low sound of pleasure - too guttural and stuttering to be a purr, not a noise a human could easily replicate.

"...Mm. Excuse me."

[bleak_midwinter]

Tommy shudders with them, biting down on his lower lip. Whatever he did, he tries to replicate it.

"Nothing to be excused for."

[oohforeshadowing]

Trouble stops trying to repress it, letting another low chittering sound escape.

"You're sweet. You can dig in a little harder, I have thicker skin."

[bleak_midwinter]

In that case, he grabs their hip for leverage and starts digging in harder, deeper. His fingers curl, the palm of his hand pushes, hoping to hear more of that extraordinary sound.

[oohforeshadowing]

"Uhn-"

That sound bubbles out again, louder this time; their tongue flickers out over their lips, more lizard than human. So many people find it offputting that Trouble tries to avoid it, but if Tommy wants it...

Why would they refuse?

[bleak_midwinter]

He's not a xenophile, but Trouble is different, and interesting, and sexually very appealing to someone always looking for new experiences.

He thinks to himself how much he'd like to eat them out, and wonders if they're clean enough- likely so, but then they might stop making those sounds. So he keeps laying into them, groaning under his breath.

[oohforeshadowing]

Almost without thinking, Trouble curls their tail around his thigh, keeping him in close.

"You should know I didn't deliberately bring you in here for another round," they chuckle, breathless, definitely getting hard again.

[bleak_midwinter]

He likes the feeling of that tail, keeping him close, binding him a little. He doesn't mind that they can now feel his own slowly stiffening cock, and he laughs at that comment.

"But you don't have any other late night meetings to get to? No more humans to seduce with nothing but a smile?"

[oohforeshadowing]

They arch back, rubbing up against him, shameless as any Omega now.

"Would it shock you to know I hadn't exactly scheduled that in either?"

[bleak_midwinter]

"Well, now I feel even more fortunate," he murmurs. His hands drop to their hips, stroking them harder than he might a human's, as he grinds against their lower back.

[oohforeshadowing]

Trouble moans softly, dropping a hand between their thighs - tail sliding up higher around Tommy's body, all the better to expose themselves.

"Do you want to fuck me, darling?"