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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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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?

"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."

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?"

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."

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.

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."

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.

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."

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.

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.

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--"

"You too," Trouble gasps, followed by another animal little trill as they rub their thumb across the tip of their cock. "Harder, sir, I can take it -"

He holds on a little tighter, in that case, and starts fucking them. Now that their tail isn't cradling them quite so hard anymore, he can go hard. With one orgasm already this night, he knows he can go a little longer-- but maybe not as long as he'd like.

"Oh - yes, just like that -"

Trouble strokes themselves hard and fast, the sound of it loud and obscene, their body braced on one arm as they bounce back against Tommy.

"I'm not going to last, that's perfect-"

"Don't want you to last," he impresses upon them, as he fucks them hard, quick, relentless. He can feel his balls drawing up again, and he shifts his hands so that he's holding their hips steady for him.

"Come on--"

But as much as he wishes he could hold out against this onslaught, it's a little too much. He cries out loud enough that the sound echoes in the shower, and comes, shooting a load off into the condom.

Trouble comes just seconds later, and this time they can feel the base of their cock swelling to a thick, aching knot. They wrap their fist around it and grip tight, trying to emulate the sensation their basest instincts are crying out for.

"Thomas..."

He feels them moving their hand, and can't place it for a second- until he puts a hand over theirs, and moans in sympathy. He leans in, and whispers roughly in their ear.

"Wish you could put that inside me, sweetheart? Fill me up, stuff me for you?"

"Yes," they groan, almost pained by the thought of it, just the fantasy of a warm wet hole to sink into.

They manage to take a deep breath.

"Can you just - squeeze like this, a few moments more? It feels better when someone else is doing it."

He kisses their neck again and does so without further comment. He isn't out to make every Alpha suffer because of what they are, just because he doesn't usually like getting fucked.

He squeezes tightly, feeling his cock twitch again.

It takes a couple of minutes for the ache to start dulling, for the knot to start to deflate. Trouble smiles faintly over their shoulder, looking pleased and exhausted.

"Thank you, darling."

He kisses their shoulder this time, and carefully draws out of their body. He ties off the condom, and then laughs as the shower washes away yet more stickiness.

"God. You know how many taboos we broke tonight?"

He definitely isn't through with them yet- just tonight, though, probably.

Trouble laughs, raising their arms overhead to rinse off.

"Not so many that we couldn't find some more if we tried."

He finally makes himself pull away from the shower, grabbing a towel. It also gives him a nice view.

"I think we could get creative, yes. Are we leaving that to chance?"

"That sounds romantic, but we're both busy people, so I could give you my number and you could invite me to one of your lovely clubs?"

His thoughts exactly. He'll get dressed, first, but after that he holds out his hand for their phone.

"I'll be looking forward to it," he says, very honestly meaning it.

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