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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]

"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..."

[bleak_midwinter]

His free hand drops to his own cock, jerking slowly as he keeps going. He really won't stop, not when they taste this good, headier than any human man ever has. Eventually he gets them relaxed enough that he curls his tongue ever so slightly into them.

It's nothing, compared to Trouble's tongue, but it feels so fucking good to do.

[oohforeshadowing]

"Oh - oh - darling, that's - that's not nearly enough," they manage, and lets out another low trill when Tommy touches him just right. "Fuck me? Please, sir?"

[bleak_midwinter]

He pulls away, somewhat reluctantly, and straightens up. Of course, he brings the lube.

"You keep calling me that," he says, as he slicks up his fingers, "and you'll get very far with me."

Their legs are spread wide enough that he doesn't have to wait for that, and he slips a finger right into them.

[oohforeshadowing]

"Mm - will it stop you being such a tease?" they ask, looking over their shoulder, pupils blown round and wide. "I don't need fingers, darling, just take it slow."

[bleak_midwinter]

He catches their lips with his own for a moment, kissing them deep as he crooks his finger before pulling away and accepting that. "Any wisdom to be said about condoms?" Can either of them catch something off the other, mostly?

[oohforeshadowing]

"You should," Trouble says, warmly, with another quick kiss. They doubt Thomas can knock them up, and they've never caught anything from a human lover, but it might be possible. "Just in case."

[bleak_midwinter]

He's happy for his foresight. His hands are damn slippery, but he isn't letting the packet near Trouble's very sharp teeth, so he's stuck with his own skills. He tears it open and gets it on his cock, slicks up, and then steps in close enough to press up against them. "Yeah?"

[oohforeshadowing]

Trouble curls their tail back around Tommy's body, as if there's any real chance of him backing out at this point, and pushes their ass back against him.

"Yes, sir."

[bleak_midwinter]

That just about undoes him, already. He moans against their neck, doesn't bite it, and starts to slowly push his way inside their body. They're already slick, the water keeping them safe and warm, and now they feel just as hot on the inside. Both of his hands come around to cradle them close against his chest, almost possessively.

[oohforeshadowing]

Just the pressure of Tommy's mouth against their nape does something to them, elicits a hard bolt of pleasure which would have them slick to the knees at a different time, but the way their body shudders could be easily taken as an Alpha's reflexive distaste for the act.

"Fuck. D-don't stop."

[bleak_midwinter]

He almost does take it for that (and wouldn't have stopped) only then they tell him not to stop. He can't even really feel how slick he's gone himself, with the water washing it all away smoothly, and right now that doesn't matter. What matters is the tight heat around his cock, and the way he can make them moan again by just pressing his lips to Trouble's neck. Maybe a little too much. But damn if he doesn't love the way they go tight around him.

[oohforeshadowing]

They start panting through it almost straight away, one hand dropping to stroke their cock. It feels strange, a little wrong, that they've gotten off without knotting and they're being fucked now - but every time Tommy moves inside them it brings a fresh wave of pleasure.

"You're - mm, sir. Just like that, you're - so good."

[bleak_midwinter]

He's tempted to nip around the edges of where he'd normally avoid going with a human, but he keeps it to a press of his lips. He'd go absolutely crazy if anyone ever did this to him, which is why he doesn't let them- even the thought of having it done to him makes him moan against their skin.

He starts moving his hips, and when they call him sir again he rewards them by putting one hand on their pierced nipple. That's about all he can do for now, when his own pleasure feels so overwhelming.

One trait that is undeniably Omega- he always wants to make sure the other party is taken care of, outside of his heats.

[oohforeshadowing]

Trouble whimpers at that, feeling their nipple peak under Tommy's fingers - they've always been sensitive, but at a time like this? Just the small touch makes their prick throb almost painfully.

"Yes -"

Their tail tightens around him for a moment, more of a full-body hug than anything uncomfortable. They can't help it.

[bleak_midwinter]

And he really doesn't want them to stop. It makes him cry out agains their neck, a lovely little vibration. He feels wanted, he feels needed, and being held in place like this is a lot safer than the usual way. It feels like a safe kind of bondage that he could get into.

He holds them tighter, and pulls out and thrusts in as deep as that hold will allow him to do. "Fuck," he breathes, "fuck me, you feel so fucking good--"