olden times for Tommy

[oohforeshadowing]

The great country pile isn't their speed, really.

Double had their lovely house in London, bought and paid for by their adoptive father - a High Fae of some high regard, who'd been fretting about their lands and accounts falling into strangers' hands when he passed on. It was a heartrending story, of course, and Double was...well, positively delighted to be anything the old man wanted them to be. For the right price.

Shapeshifters have long since had a bad reputation for sliding into the upper echelons this way. They hadn't been in penury to begin with, by any means, but 'lovely house in London' money and 'vast estates with mining wealth and hundreds of rate-paying tenants' money is not the same by some order of magnitude.

The old man died peacefully in his bed, well over a century old, and left the manor house and everything that went with it to their sole heir. Who is going to sell it all, eventually, but it feels tasteless not to even let their 'father's' body grow cold.

They move in after the last of their furniture has been transported, and lets the housekeeper give them the tour. They cut quite the figure: long blond hair pinned up in curls, a jacket and blouse tailored tightly to a corseted waist, the snug high-waisted breeches favoured by most males. Their tail is the most exposed part of them and the woman they're following keeps eyeing it like she's not sure if it's obscene or not.

"...show you the stables, your grace," she says, as she walks ahead to the outbuildings.

"Ah. I suppose we ought."

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[oohforeshadowing]

"I don't even know how talented your mouth is, darling, but I'm hopeful."

They part their legs for him, let their chemise slide up their thighs. Their labia are that dark-flushed green, again, the scales even smaller and more delicate than the rest of their skin. Their cock is just starting to emerge from where a woman's clit would be, long and relatively slim, in proportion with their body.

[bleak_midwinter]

When he sees what he's working with he tilts his head, interested to see it. His hands are on their inner thighs, fingers light to create a shiver in them.

"I was right about not calling you either Lady or Lord, wasn't I?"

[oohforeshadowing]

"You were," they sigh, muscles flexing lightly under his touch. "There are no men or women among shifters. Our bodies can do the work of both, as we need."

[bleak_midwinter]

"Is everything as sensitive as it is on humans?" He's careful now, his fingers skimming over their skin, moving slowly closer.

[oohforeshadowing]

"I believe so," they murmur, sounding a little breathier now. "If not a little moreso. I'll need something slick if you want to use your hands. Spit will do, in the circumstances."

[bleak_midwinter]

"Hmm."

He'll have to see about combining these two things, then. He pushes their skirts up just a little further and ghosts his breath over their skin.

[oohforeshadowing]

That gets him the shiver he's looking for, as Double's toes curl in their riding boots and a long, sinuous wave rolls down their tail.

"Taking your time over this, are we?"

[bleak_midwinter]

"You just seduced me in under five minutes of being here, and I'm still taking too long?"

He presses his mouth to the top of their mound, just to get them to move.

[oohforeshadowing]

And they do, with a quick gasp, their cock twitching against his lips.

"It's - not a complaint by any means, darling."

[bleak_midwinter]

He smiles and presses his tongue to the side of their cock, tasting the skin, feeling its warmth. His hand is on their thigh, still, digging slightly in.

[oohforeshadowing]

"Ah-!"

Their other reason to seduce him was that, frankly, they're used to enjoying these kinds of diversions on a fairly regular basis. This is the end of a drought, by their own reckoning, and the gasping intake of breath and low exhaling moan is as much relief as anything. All the better that Thomas had only the briefest pause to question what he was looking at.

"That's - oh. Lovely."

Their skin tastes subtly different to a human's, most noticeably in that they don't sweat.

[bleak_midwinter]

He explores them a little, sucking the tip into his mouth, then dipping lower to feel the texture of their culture with his mouth. He's halfway below her skirts, fully dressed still, and still he looks absolutely debauched.

Eventually he comes uo, briefly, to ask something of them: "I'd like to hear you while I'm down here, Your Grace. You've a smart mouth."

[oohforeshadowing]

"Oh, really?" They hitch their skirts up high around their hips, the better to see him. "I'm not sure I can manage 'smart' when you're so clever with your own mouth, Mr Shelby."

[bleak_midwinter]

He smiles at Mr Shelby, but doesn't comment otherwise as he leans back in. Now that he's gotten them a little more wet he wraps his fingers around their prick as he presses his tongue to their cunt. It's an incredibly strange sensation to be doing both of these things, and he's taking full advantage of it.

[oohforeshadowing]

A lot of their lovers tend to focus on one aspect at a time, as if it might be greedy somehow to engage more fully - but Thomas is so immediately, delightfully willing to swamp them in sensation. They make a high little trilling sound, a noise a human probably couldn't replicate, and arch their back with a delighted gasp.

"Oh - I am definitely going to be talking nothing but nonsense for quite some time longer, darling, that is very good..."

Their hands slide through his hair, gripping just lightly.

[bleak_midwinter]

He pushes his head up against their hands, wordlessly telling them go ahead, grab on. He likes the feeling of his hair being pulled while he gives head, being guided and kept where his lover wants him to be.

He starts really eating them out, now. He's done his exploring, he's gotten used to their taste and smell, so now he can really focus on pleasing them. His tongue curls and presses, his hand grips them tightly.

[oohforeshadowing]

And Double is nothing if not attuned to those kinds of silent communications. Their hands curl into his hair, pulling just hard enough to feel it pull taut at the roots, enough to keep his mouth just where they like it. They're wet against his lips, sensitive right there at the mouth of their cunt, cock fully extended now and throbbing in his hand.

"You are a natural. Just a little lower with your tongue, darling-"

That's where they're most sensitive, the closest they have to a g-spot.

[bleak_midwinter]

When they pull his hair that hard he lets out a soft keen, his fingers going slack on their thigh - fuck that's nice, just what he needs. That, as well as the instructions, which he follows until he can feel them react to his tongue. He squeezes their cock and lightly strokes it just as he presses his tongue to that spot.

[oohforeshadowing]

"Oh-!"

They cry out loud, tugging hard at Tommy's hair for just a moment. Their tail winds around his waist, the tip pressing in between his thighs, exploring him through his clothes.

"Exactly like that, just keep doing that..."

[bleak_midwinter]

He's hard in his breeches, a hard outline through the coarse fabric. How could he not be? Especially thinking that half an hour ago he'd hardly known what to do with their advances - fuck, he can't help himself rolling his hips into their tail.

He goes on with increased intensity, licking harder, twisting his wrist, his nose pressed up against their skin.

[oohforeshadowing]

Even if they were trying to restrain themself, they'd be on a hiding to nothing. It's all too good. A slide of his tongue against their twitching cunt, his palm sliding over the tip of their cock, and it becomes too much.

"Oh - darling, yes -"

They seize up - fists clenching in his hair, tail squeezing around his waist, thighs twitching and flexing - and then unravel in one intense, orgasmic shudder. Their come slicks Thomas' hand, more wetness seeping onto his tongue.

It leaves them panting softly, tongue flickering over their lips. So good.

[bleak_midwinter]

Even that's a double whammy - he comes up gasping, his mouth and chin wet, his fist slick, his chest heaving. He deliberately tenses the muscles on his waist to feel their tail constrict around him, and he lets out a soft sound when he feels it.

"I now see the appeal of skirts," he rasps, voice hoarse with arousal.

[oohforeshadowing]

Double laughs breathlessly, feeling a shivery little aftershock between their legs when they see how red and slick his mouth is. The hard bulge in his beeches is also very nice to see.

"And we can continue benefiting from it, if you'd like to fuck me."

[bleak_midwinter]

"Will you ride me, Your Grace? It may not be very practical."

He's not going to say no, of course.

[oohforeshadowing]

They grin, teeth bright and sharp.

"Do you think me an experienced rider or a...gentle mount, Mr. Shelby?"