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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]

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."

[bleak_midwinter]

And Tommy doesn't pull his fingers out of them for a moment, either- he knows how much he needs it, once it's started. He peppers their shoulders and neck with little kisses when they're within range, but he's not moving away enough to get his pants off. So, just getting himself touched like that will have to do.

[oohforeshadowing]

"I'm happy to leave all this on, but I'll soak your nice suit if I do," Trouble breathes, palming his cock through his underwear, rubbing slowly against the hard heat of him. "God, you feel good."

[bleak_midwinter]

"You're very sensible," he breathes- and very, very reluctantly lets go long enough to get naked.

The moment he is (his very regular cock hard against his stomach) he pulls them back, now going to fit three fingers inside their waiting, wet hole. "Think you can take it like this at first?"

Or do they need to be on their belly already?

[oohforeshadowing]

Trouble considers, then nods, their face dark and hot.

"Yes. We can talk when we move onto toys. Got a condom to hand, darling?"

[bleak_midwinter]

He reaches for one, and hands it over- his hand is very slippery indeed.

He distracts them from the matter at hand by pushing his tongue at their piercings, giving their nipples sloppy but enthusiastic attention.

[oohforeshadowing]

"Ah - mm, Thomas, if you want to fuck me bare then all you have to do is ask - "

They're not doing a great job getting the wrapper open.

[bleak_midwinter]

He chuckles against their skin, but concedes the point: he wants to fuck them bare, but he knows he shouldn't. So. They get time to get the condom out of its wrapper, and then he leans back to get it on.

"Not that I wouldn't like to," he has to tell them- because the thought alone gets him to flush.

[oohforeshadowing]

"Let's talk later," they tell him, but for now, Tommy's ready and all Trouble has to do is sink down onto his cock. It's nothing like last time in the shower; they're so wet and hot for it that it's easy, but Tommy feels like a tight fit all the same.

Their eyes roll back on a deep, satisfied groan, nails digging into Tommy's shoulders as they cling to him.

[bleak_midwinter]

He holds them tightly, relishing feeling so much skin against his own, feeling all that wet hotness around his cock. He's got both arms around their slim body, his forehead pressed into the crook of their neck.

God. They feel tight like a vice, but he knows they can take it.

[oohforeshadowing]

Trouble shifts slowly, just grinding on Tommy - needing that feeling of fullness more than anything. They're clingier this time, seeking out skin against skin like their life depends on it.

"So good," they breathe, and then nose in for a kiss.

[bleak_midwinter]

He lets out needy little moans, not doing much more than rolling his hips up. When they kiss him he more than returns it, opening his mouth, running his tongue along Trouble's sharp teeth- carefully.

He'll give them a minute to just feel the need of the heat being met.

[oohforeshadowing]

"You're just what I need," Trouble breathes, then starts to move a little more, stroking up and down Tommy's cock. "But I know soon I'll need to be on my back for you, darling."

[bleak_midwinter]

"I'll make sure not to come too soon," he points out with a breathless laugh. Jesus, do they feel good. Tommy's shoulders are more than strong enough for leverage, and he holds their thighs to help them start to move.

[oohforeshadowing]

"Maybe if I'm very lucky, you can go twice," they chuckle, thickly, their cock sliding against Tommy's stomach as they ride him. "Come on my skin the second time. Mark me."

[bleak_midwinter]

"Oh, I think twice--" He gasps, his fingernails digging into their back, "twice, I can do. Especially if you keep talking like that."

He takes a firm grip of their ass with one hand, spreading them open just that little bit more.

[oohforeshadowing]

"Ah - oh - Thomas," they sigh, pushing down onto him just a little bit deeper. "God, roll us over? I need to feel you put your back into it."

[bleak_midwinter]

He can definitely do that. He grunts once, tenses his thighs, and flips Trouble over onto their back. He guides himself back inside, and immediately starts giving it to them hard. His fingers slip into their mouth as he fucks them relentlessly.

[oohforeshadowing]

Trouble sucks hard at those fingers, just barely managing to spare him their teeth. They wrap their legs around his waist, their body spread open wide to be plundered however Tommy sees fit.

Finally they have to pull off his fingers with a pop to moan, loudly, head tossed back against the cushions.

[bleak_midwinter]

He hasn't lost his sense yet, and wraps those slick fingers around their leaking cock.

"You look so good like this," he gasps, as he starts to jerk them off. "You look like a dream, you look like sin-"

[oohforeshadowing]

"And you feel like you're - saving me, darling," Trouble groans, bucking against him, their cock drooling into his fist. "Fuck, I'm so - can you put another finger or two inside me?"

[bleak_midwinter]

It's one or the other, so he lets go of Trouble's cock and instead pushes a finger in next to his own cock. He's had Betas while close to the heat, so he knows just how much they can take.

"That enough for you? Filled up, deep enough?"

[oohforeshadowing]

"For now," Trouble agrees, sliding a hand down to stroke their straining cock, faster and rougher than Tommy had been with them. "Are you close, darling? I have to feel you -"

Call it an Omega urge, a need to know their lover is satisfied.

[bleak_midwinter]

This might get a little complicated, then- he wants them to be satisfied, his own hormones affected by theirs. But the question stokes him higher, a moan escaping him when they ask him.

"Come- I--"

He leans down so he can grab their shoulders, and he kisses them as he pounds once, twice, and comes hard.