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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]

Trouble shivers, toes curling in their shoes. They can manage without a plug on the first day - a perk of their less intense expression - but they're probably not going to walk away from a night with Tommy without one.

"Tell me you've got one of those rooms booked, darling."

[bleak_midwinter]

"Do you one better- I've got a very well-appointed office."

His hand falls away, though he can't resist running both of his hands up their chest, to feel the barbells through their nipples before he pulls them off the dancefloor.

[oohforeshadowing]

"I hope your well-appointed office has some soft furniture, because being fucked over a desk is all fun and games until you see the bruises the morning after," Trouble laughs, slinging their arm around Tommy as they allow themselves to be guided away from the public areas.

[bleak_midwinter]

"It's got some very nice furniture," he assures them, happily. He keeps a hand on their lower back as he guides them to a back door and a blessedly quiet hallway. Not much gold to be found, either- which also goes for Tommy's office. He has his own one, which is outfitted with dark wood and black steel cabinets, a big desk with a slim computer on top- and a chaise in dark blue velvet.

There's a cabinet, too, which he leads them to. He opens it with a key from his keyring. Inside he's got a stellar collection of sex toys, dildos and vibrators and toys that expand at the base with a press of a button. He even has one with a little reservoir for fake ejaculate, for some really desperate moments. This is besides the nipple clamps, cuffs and other paraphernalia that's tucked away in the drawers.

"We won't want to get up halfway through," he tells them, meaning: let's take what we want, now.

[oohforeshadowing]

"Oh, darling, this is quite the collection," Trouble murmurs, eyes going dark. "What do you have that knots? I might need that."

[bleak_midwinter]

"Hmm." He's got his arms around them from behind, chin resting on their shoulder as he looks.

"Those two there. One has a remote, the other has a button."

The fact that Tommy apparently doesn't really fuck here too often hasn't deterred him from buying all of this. He just has... even more at home.

[oohforeshadowing]

"Oh, in case you'd like to knot me from across the room?" Trouble chuckles - and then reaches for the remote version. It's hard to say no to the fancier toys. "What would you like to use this evening, darling?"

[bleak_midwinter]

He kisses their neck and steps away, to grab a heavy steel plug and a small vibrating ring from a drawer.

"Not that we didn't have enough fun on our own last time," he has to make sure they know. "But I've used that plug before. Nothing like a little weight."

[oohforeshadowing]

Trouble licks their lips.

"We had more than enough fun on our own last time," they agree, and just thinking about that plug is making them feel a little hotter, a little softer inside. "But there's plenty to be said for an accessory or two."

[bleak_midwinter]

He takes all of the toys with him, after swiping some lube and condoms as well, and then leads them over to the chaise.

After he's set everything down he pulls them into his lap, urging them to straddle him.

"You really do look beautiful."

[oohforeshadowing]

"And you look very handsome," Trouble breathes, pinning their knees to the chaise at either side of Tommy's body. "I wouldn't have looked at any Alpha in there twice."

[bleak_midwinter]

"Fuck 'em," he declares, absolutely pleased with that thought. His hands settle on their ass, pulling them down more tightly before finally fucking kissing them.

[oohforeshadowing]

Trouble laughs softly into the kiss, licking deep and greedy into Tommy's mouth, rolling their hips against his, immediately grateful for the pressure against their cock. Alphas tend to be a crapshoot anyway, with an unattractive tendency to get weird when they're dealing with a dick comparable to their own.

"We can keep all the fucking limited to this room, I think," they tell him, and get to work on his shirt buttons.

[bleak_midwinter]

"You won't miss the prying eyes too much?" He reaches between their legs again, feels the lovely thickness there and squeezes.

He isn't genuinely worried. But he deeply wants to know what gets them off the hardest.

[oohforeshadowing]

"Not - mm - not at all," Trouble murmurs. "I actually...prefer a little privacy, when I'm in heat."

Maybe it's the perception of safety; they've never considered it too deeply.

[bleak_midwinter]

He leans in to nip at their neck, rolling his hips up. It isn't that he considers himself anything like an Alpha- but he finds himself protective and a little possessive of Trouble right now, regardless. He's glad they're out of the public eye, so he can slip the straps off their shoulders and kiss their chest.

[oohforeshadowing]

The change in them is obvious even here; their nipples are swollen, darker than their last encounter, stiffly peaked already. Their hands stroke through his hair.

"That's good."

[bleak_midwinter]

He puts a hand between their shoulder blades, giving them something to rest against as he tips them back enough to mouth at the vars. His tongue plays with the little metal bars and he moans at the metallic taste of them.

[oohforeshadowing]

That'll do it.

"Thomas - fuck-!"

They squirm, a long rolling shudder running from the top of their spine to the tip of their tail, and they can feel and scent the wetness plastering their lingerie to their skin.

[bleak_midwinter]

It's a scent that's supposed to turn him off, to run away and make place- instead it burns him up higher, and he growls and bites at their nipples instead.

He needs to support them, but he slips the hand that isn't doing that into the front of their jumpsuit.

[oohforeshadowing]

"God - I need this thing off, help me with it -"

They sit up on their knees, sliding their arms out of the soft fabric, urging Tommy to help them get naked like they need.

[bleak_midwinter]

He'd rip it off if it weren't so clearly expensive. As it stands, he pushes it down their hips, and the moment they're naked he reaches greedy fingers between their legs.

They feel almost like he does during a heat. Hot, wet, a little sloppy-- and the feeling has him gasping with pleasure.

[oohforeshadowing]

Trouble makes that little trilling sound, unable to feel embarrassed about it around Tommy, and pushes greedily onto those fingers.

"I knew you'd know just what I need, darling -"

[bleak_midwinter]

He could tease and tease them, but he knows just what this is like. "I've been there many times," he agrees, a little breathlessly. He gives them two fingers, right away, pushes them in to the hilt.

"Give you a knot if I had one to give you. You smell fucking sinful."

[oohforeshadowing]

"You might not have one of your own, darling, but store-bought is fine," Trouble laughs, pulling off Tommy's shirt and reaching for his fly. They don't stop moving their hips even for a moment. "Hell, it's an improvement, given who's bought it."