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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 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.

[oohforeshadowing]

Trouble whines and trills in one breath, hips bucking violently against Tommy's. They're stroking their cock hard and fast, so hard it's almost painful, but knowing that their partner has gotten his...

It's almost enough.

"Another finger - please, I need -"

Needs to be stretched, to be full."

[bleak_midwinter]

He gasps to see it, has never been with an Omega in heat. He hadn't thought it would get him off this much - and he hadn't thought he'd want to make them feel exactly right, this badly. 

He puts a hand on their stomach, and pants: "Bear with me-"

He does them the incredible disservice of pulling out, his own cock still wet and sensitive, but within seconds he's got the expanding cock lubed up, and he's pushing it up against them. "Take that for me, love, take that- you'll feel full--"

[oohforeshadowing]

It's seconds of emptiness, but all the same it's got Trouble writhing, gasping - then groaning in relief when that thick lovely toy slides into them.

"Fuck - thank you -"

They stroke themselves hard and rough through orgasm, making their stomach messy with come, but the need to be filled and knotted gets all the more intense for it.

[bleak_midwinter]

He gives them just that. He puts a hard, insistent hand on their stomach to give them pressure from the outside, and then presses the button for the toy to expand. Internally, it feels just like getting knotted, the thick bulge locking inside of them.

"Alright?"

[oohforeshadowing]

Trouble yowls, shuddering, toes curling - then slumps a little and breathes deep.

"Oh, darling. That's perfect."

[bleak_midwinter]

He groans in satisfaction at the sound, then closes his eyes and falls down next to them. He blindly strips the condom off and discards it, then starts stroking their hair.

"It's saved me many times."

[oohforeshadowing]

"I can imagine. Mmm."

They lean into him, incredibly tactile now, seeking out contact like they've been deprived for months.

"So you're not...weirded out by this, now you've experienced it?"

[bleak_midwinter]

He pulls them in, now stroking their lower back- fingers occasionally searching out where they're stretched wide around the toy.

"Why should I be 'weirded out' by something I've done myself, many times?"

[oohforeshadowing]

"It's the very fact that you've done it yourself that other Omegas have found off-putting in the past," Trouble admits, with a small sigh. "But I had more faith in you, darling."

[bleak_midwinter]

"I did find myself shying away from Omegas in heat in the past," he admits. "But I didn't feel that way with you. Maybe your smell, or my medication."

He doesn't care. He just knows what it feels like.

[oohforeshadowing]

"It doesn't matter. So long as you're still happy to be here," Trouble murmurs, and leans in for a slow kiss.