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wondrousplace2023-03-22 07:25 pm
oohforeshadowing) wrote in wondrousplace2023-03-22 07:25 pm
olden times for Tommy
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."
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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He gives them a laugh as his eyes close, hips arching to meet their touch. God that's nice, he's hard enough to hurt.
"You learn something new every day, Your Grace, don't you?"
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"It seems I do."
They keep their skirts hitched up, exposing their body from the waist down, and reach to slowly slide their cunt against Tommy's cock. They're so wet still, and warm, and the stroke of his prick against their sensitised skin makes them shiver.
"Just like how you - mm - also liked me pulling your hair, didn't you, darling?"
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"Very perceptive," he gasps, fighting to keep control of himself while they're playing with him - if what they're doing is making them shiver, it's making Tommy want to come undone.
"I hope that doesn't change your opinion of me."
He likes what he likes, what can he say? He's just often not met with joy when people find this out. Him, the bit of rough trade, with his broad shoulders and calloused hands. Most Fae want him for the proof of his humanity, and humans want it for his masculinity. It's not that he can't be that person - he just prefers this.
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"What if it improves it, Mr Shelby?"
They wrap one hand tight around the base of his prick and lift their hips up just a little, rocking against the tip until it just barely eases inside them. They're tight - humans' equipment tends to be bigger than shifters' - and the first moment of penetration feels intense.
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He doesn't reply to that. He reaches up to grab their waist with both hands as he gasps, his eyes so dark in the dim light of the cabin that they could almost forget they're blue. He's never been with someone so tight, and the fact that they're even doing this feels a little overwhelming.
"God - fuck me, take it slow - "
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"You don't have to tell me, darling," they murmur, voice just a little strained, as they sink down further and let him fill them up. "You feel - oh."
They bottom out with a soft moan, hands braced against his chest, squirming on him just a little.
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He's normal for human standards, maybe slightly above average, but with Trouble he feels huge. He's panting by the time they've taken all of him, fingers digging into their slender waist and back.
"Alright?"
He's not doing full sentences currently, sorry.
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"Oh, very much," they sigh. It's always a much nicer experience when they've already come, when they've warmed up and relaxed a little. "We shall definitely be doing this again, Mr Shelby."
They start to rock their hips slowly, just barely moving on his cock, easing him in and out. It's as if they can't quite bear not to be filled with him.
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"No - no questions about - if I want to?"
He just likes being contrary, even now - he wants to goad them a little, spur them on while they ride him. Fuck, he doesn't want to disappoint, but it's been a while and this is painfully hot.
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"I think this," they deliberately tighten up around his cock, "shows well enough that you want to. Never mind how you went to your knees, how you laid down on your back for me?"
They're moving faster now, moving more, and they're proving not to be gentle about it in the slightest.
"I think you're past playing the contrarian."
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"You see right through me," he admits, in a labored voice. He shifts one hand to feel over their bodice, feeling for a hint of a breast, a nipple.
The way they're going so hard is making him go breathless, like all the sense is being knocked out of him.
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Their stays are too rigid for Thomas to feel anything much more than the very slight rise of what might be breasts, but there's enough sensitivity there that the pressure makes their lashes flutter.
"Such poor manners," they chuckle, voice breathless and heated. "I should show you the error of those ways."
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"If this - isn't it - then by all means."
Show him. But they'd best be quick about it, because his hips are going quicker and quicker underneath them, meeting them stroke for stroke now.
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They love it. Love feeling his body move under their own like he can't quite control himself, thrusting up into their body as they drop down onto his cock. It's perfect.
And with his breeches open, nothing to hold his shirt in place, it's very easy to slide both hands up his chest to his nipples and pinch hard enough to hurt.
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They're in the woods - nothing there to hold him back from yelling out in perfect pleasure-pain. He likes the submission, but he's clearly at least something of a masochist.
He'd reached up to grab their shoulder, but the other hand now settles firmly on their ass, like he's egging them on. Come on, just a little more, harder, faster -
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The bench under their bodies was definitely not built for this kind of use - it's creaking with every violent descent of Double's body, as they ride him now with a reckless abandon that's going to make the journey back quite uncomfortable.
Not that they care.
"You're close, darling," they gasp, raking their nails down his chest. "Show me, fill me up-"
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He doesn't worry about bruising their skin when he grabs them, fingers digging in tight as he shouts and comes. It feels like they're dragging the orgasm from him, clawing it out of his body. It's a release he hasn't felt in a long time, and he pants through the aftershocks.
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Double can't come again so soon, even when they feel so good, but a shudder of vicarious pleasure runs through them all the same. Their tail squirms and writhes.
Gradually, they slow to a halt on top of him, just enjoying the sensation of being full.
"Perfect," they purr.
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"You can say that," he agrees, still breathing hard. He's closed his eyes, his head on the hard wooden bench as he relaxes into the post-orgasmic calmness.
"You're even wilder'n I thought, Your Grace."
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They chuckle, stroking back his hair, positively gentle now. Or maybe just temporarily sated.
"And how wild had you imagined me, Mr Shelby?"
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"I hadn't imagined your enthusiasm for me would be this - true. Maybe a quick fuck somewhere, but you got into it a lot more. A lot more."
He's very happy about it, obviously.
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Double smiles lazily.
"Abandoned all too soon by your other dalliances, darling?"
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"Too soon indeed - and hardly met so enthusiastically. No one I'd have kept for more than once."
But them? He strokes a hand over their waist, almost a caress. He could go for a repeat performance.
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"I'm glad I've proven myself an exception."
They lean down to kiss his mouth lightly.
"Because I can get a great deal more imaginative."
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"Is that so?"
He smiles and gives them a peck back.
"Then I'll look forward to the next time you decide to seek me put, Your Grace."