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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]

That's not immediately appealing, not when Trouble's the one who desperately wants to get their face fucked, but it's a lovely thought to tuck away for later. For now, they lap and suckle at the head of Tommy's shaft, one hand lightly cradling his sac.

[bleak_midwinter]

When he isn't hard yet, he just puts a hand in their hair and pulls. He makes sure it's a little rough, pulls hard, and he slowly starts to thicken on their clever tongue.

[oohforeshadowing]

The groan comes deep from Trouble's throat, vibrating around Tommy's prick. They start to stroke his cock with their lips as it starts to fill their mouth, hips still moving a little, making the most of that thick knot inside them.

Everything just feels good, they're so satisfied like this, filled from head to toe.

[bleak_midwinter]

He understands that deeply, and when he moans it's out of physical pleasure as well as sympathy. Both hands drop down to their head now, so that when he's hard enough he can start setting the pace a little.  He presses his foot against the base of the toy, rolls his hips, and settles in.

[oohforeshadowing]

Oh - that's lovely, that pressure against the toy, the weight of Tommy's hands on their scalp. They can feel him so easily taking command of their body, and it feels like the most natural thing in the world.

They take in his cock to the root, swallowing around it, making sure he can feel the slide of their tongue.

[bleak_midwinter]

"Fuck me, you're good," he breathes, head falling comfortably back against the pillows. The pleasure is slower this time, less urgency and more depth. His hands clench harder whenever he pushes up, and when their tongue hits a particular spot he cries out and arches his back. 

[oohforeshadowing]

Trouble looks up at him, without stopping for a second, and the gleam in their eye is almost as clear an I know as they could accomplish by saying it.

Letting him fuck their mouth is just an issue of being careful to keep their jaw slack. Their fingers slide down, behind his balls, lightly rubbing around the rim of his hole.

[bleak_midwinter]

He laughs breathlessly when they look at him like that, and he pushes at the toy hard with his foot. Calm down, you- they're both of them good. 

He's wet for them, enough to easily slip a finger into if they want. His toes curl against the chaise, as he tells them: "Give me one-"

[oohforeshadowing]

Trouble hums assent, and slides it inside slowly, careful with their fingernail - curling in, stroking him from the inside as they pull up to suck and lap at the very tip of his cock. Their other hand curls around his shaft, stroking in slow, hard pulls.

[bleak_midwinter]

His gasps and moans are getting higher, and he really starts losing coordination with his hands and that one foot still intent on pleasing them. 

"Trouble," he moans, sounding overcome, "God, that feels so-- so fucking good, please don't stop--"

He's already close to coming again, now that he's got something inside him as well. 

[oohforeshadowing]

Trouble pulls off with an obscene noise, jerking him off hard and fast, stroking his prostate relentlessly.

"Do you want me to swallow it, darling? Want to come on me where you can see it?"

[bleak_midwinter]

"Promised me," he gasps, as he convulses around their finger, so close to coming he could cry, "promised me you'd let me mark you up, make you-"

His. At least for a moment.

[oohforeshadowing]

"I did," Trouble purrs, voice rough, and keeps Tommy's cock just an inch from their wet lips as they keep jacking him off. Determined to feel him come on their face, their mouth, their throat.

[bleak_midwinter]

It doesn't take much longer for him to cry out, arching underneath their firm grip, that probing finger. He can't even really think about how he's marking them, he just knows it feels good to do it at all. He wants them sullied, wants them smelling of him, wants to rub it deep into their skin. Strips of thick, warm come drip down cheeks, their jaw, their throat.

[oohforeshadowing]

Trouble doesn't always enjoy this kind of marking, but in the heat? They're all about it, and groan softly in satisfaction when they lick Tommy's softening prick clean.

"Perfect."

They lick their lips, tasting him there.

[bleak_midwinter]

He groans and sits up before taking their chin in a firm grip. It lets him tilt their head, so he can really look at that marking, and so his fingertips can rub the sticky fluid into their skin. Then, he leans in and licks his own come off of their sharp jaw.

[oohforeshadowing]

Trouble tilts their head, kissing Tommy deep and slick - using their tongue, making it filthy.

"God, you're sexy when you get possessive."

[bleak_midwinter]

He laughs at that, sucks on their lower lip.

"You do bring it out in me."

He pulls them close, and in that case possessively runs his hands over their back, their ass, fingers brushing over the toy.

[oohforeshadowing]

Even that little nudge is enough to elicit a soft sound of pleasure; they squirm, their tail writhing across the upholstery.

"You'll have to tell me where you get your toys. This is lovely."

[bleak_midwinter]

He tumbles them down onto their back, pushing one leg open so he can really take a look. They like possessive? He feels like he can really show it now, how badly he wants all of them.

"That one, I had custom-made. But I can give you my man's number."

[oohforeshadowing]

"I'd like that," Trouble says, opening up exactly as Tommy directs, lightly setting the toes of one foot on his shoulder. "I've only ever gone shop-bought before, but I think I can treat myself."

[bleak_midwinter]

He pushes against that foot a little, wanting to see how flexibly they are with that thick cock still inside them. He gets his fingers wet, and then slowly starts drawing it out.

"I think I might treat you. But I'll still give you that number."

[oohforeshadowing]

Trouble shudders, feeling the deflating knot stretch and pull at their hole. Their limbs feel fluid, bending easily under Tommy's touch; honestly, right now he could tie them in a knot and they'd barely notice.

"Oh? My very own part time sugar daddy," Trouble chuckles, thickly.

[bleak_midwinter]

"I think maybe 'fuck buddy' would be the term I'd prefer, but if ageplay is what you like--"

He quirks a grin down at them, and with a last pull takes the toy out of them completely. He isn't the cruel sort, though, so he just slips his fingers inside of them right after, four at a time.

[oohforeshadowing]

"Mm - thank you," they sigh, circling their hips just a little. "I haven't even asked how old you are, darling."