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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]

"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.

[oohforeshadowing]

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..."

[bleak_midwinter]

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?"

[oohforeshadowing]

"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."

[bleak_midwinter]

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.

[oohforeshadowing]

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."

[bleak_midwinter]

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.

[oohforeshadowing]

Trouble laughs, raising their arms overhead to rinse off.

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

[bleak_midwinter]

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?"

[oohforeshadowing]

"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?"

[bleak_midwinter]

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.