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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]

"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?"

[bleak_midwinter]

"I would love to fuck you."

He kisses the back of their neck and lets one hand slip down, fondling their cock and balls a little. "Do we have lube?"

[oohforeshadowing]

"We have lube. There's a cupboard in the corner."

Tucked away a little, the same colour as the surrounding tile, but filled with single-use bottles of everything a person might conceivably use in a sex club's shower room.

[bleak_midwinter]

He kisses their neck once more, then gently urges them to unlock their tail so he can go grab that lube. Just to make sure, he also takes a condom before hurrying back- and when he looks at them he just can't resist an earlier urge.

He comes back to them, and drops to his knees behind their body. Part of him feels good when he does that- and even better when he knows he isn't there to suck cock, to get his face fucked.

[oohforeshadowing]

"Thomas-"

They sound surprised, but not unpleasantly so.

"I hadn't realised you'd be so thorough."

[bleak_midwinter]

"I'm indulging while I can," he explains. He wants them spread wide open for him, so he knocks their knees open before grabbing a buttock and pressing his mouth to the tight furl of muscle between Trouble's legs.

[oohforeshadowing]

"Ah-!"

They arch, tail lifting up high and well out of the way, their hands going tense and still against the wall.

"Oh - mm, so few people have the nerve, darling. And on a first date, too."

[bleak_midwinter]

He doesn't comment, though he loves their drawled commentary, the pet names. His mouth is insistent against their hole, his nose pressing into their skin as he starts licking.

He loves doing this, but Alphas never let him and he almost never finds an Omega he wants to fuck enough that it feels good. It's a rarity that he savors.

[oohforeshadowing]

"Thomas!"

It's a harsh cry, and their hips tilt up for it, their fist tightening around their cock as if to maybe stave off anything that might otherwise happen too quickly.

"Oh, my word, don't stop..."