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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[bleak_midwinter]

He lets out a quick sound, eyes closing tightly like it might help process the feeling. He likes being fingered but the men he's been with often don't take the time, so he's not used to it.

"Oh... fuck, please don't go too fast - "

[oohforeshadowing]

"I couldn't possibly."

They pump slowly in and out of him, a little more deeply each time, curling inward to find his prostate and glance across it on each stroke.

"You've been used badly in the past, haven't you? Poor thing. It's no surprise that your other lovers couldn't wait to have their fill of you."

[bleak_midwinter]

He rolls his shoulders and grabs tightly onto the cushion below his hands.

"Don't- don't say that."

Because they're right, maybe, or because it just affects him too much to hear it while being fucked like this. Of course, it's an invitation to go on just like this.

[oohforeshadowing]

It does feel like catnip, although Double is still working out their boundaries together and if he objects again they really will stop. They look briefly over their shoulder and their tail ventures out to the sideboard, wrapping around the bottle of smooth scentless oil they ostensibly bought for leather conditioning.

"Why shouldn't I? You're proving yourself irresistible when you're squirming like this. Hurting just so for me."

They withdraw their finger for just a moment. When it returns, it's with another alongside, coated with something thicker and slicker now as they both press in. Double reaches for the crop with their other hand and swats him quickly across his stomach.

[bleak_midwinter]

He tightens around their fingers when they hit him, and he looks up to then with a pleading look in his eyes. At the same time, he presses his feet against the armrest and pushes himself down onto their fingers.

He wants more.

[oohforeshadowing]

"Oh!" Double tsks, feigning outrage. "Greedy, impatient little thing. You say you can't take it too fast, but I'm still too slow for you, is that it?"

They twist their slender fingers into him a few times, until it feels safe to add a third, and they go about massaging his prostate relentlessly.

[bleak_midwinter]

"Your Grace," he gasps, for the first time sounding genuinely contrite, honestly at their mercy. Pain is one thing to grind your teeth through, pleasure is quite another, and they're really laying it on.

"Don't go too fast or I'll - I'll be overcome."

[oohforeshadowing]

"And what if that's what I want from you?" they wonder. "What if I want you to make a terrible mess of yourself?"

They lean down to lash their long tongue over a pert nipple, then bite.

"Or is there something else you want from me first?"

[bleak_midwinter]

He moans, sounding like he's already overcome with pleasure. He arches his chest into their mouth just as he'd pushed his body down on their fingers. Greedy.

"Whatever you see fit, Your Grace."

It doesn't sound like the truth.

[oohforeshadowing]

They laugh, warm and low, against his skin.

"What I see fit is for you to be honest with me, darling. Do you think you've earned my cunt on your cock?" they wonder, matter-of-fact about the filth they're sharing with him. "My mouth on your prick?"

[bleak_midwinter]

"What are you warming my ass up for if not for something else?" He looks at them, mouth open, lips glistening.

[oohforeshadowing]

They show every sharp tooth when they grin down at him.

"Oh, you want to be fucked, Mr Shelby? Is that what you're saying? I do need you to be clear."

[bleak_midwinter]

"I think that if you're doing all this work, you should actually live up to what you're implying," he tells them - then winces when he arches up to reach them.

"Although, if you want me back in the stables again, you should put me back on my stomach."

Or untie him, but maybe that's too much to ask. The point is that his shoulder is starting to really hurt, and not in a good way - and again, he'd promised to be honest.

[oohforeshadowing]

That wince gives Double pause; they carefully ease out their fingers, and their clean hand reaches to touch his collarbone, smile fading.

"Thomas," they say quietly, hoping he'll gather from this that they've dropped out of character for a moment. "Are the straps getting too much?"

[bleak_midwinter]

He gives them a little smile, to reassure them he's just letting them know on time to act.

"No - you can tie me up. But the pressure on my shoulders is too big now that I'm on my back. Tie me to that pipe there, or put my hands in front of me?"

Thomas. He likes that.

[oohforeshadowing]

They drop a fleeting kiss on his lips, a reward for the honesty, then unshackles one wrist. They carefully bring his other arm forward, aware that it must feel a little numb after that time with his weight on it.

"Give me your other hand," so they can shackle him again, arms in front this time. "And don't even think about touching yourself."

[bleak_midwinter]

"I wouldn't dare," he says, giving them a fleeting smile before dropping back down. His shoulder really is aching quite badly, and his arms are a little numb, but he can give them his hand. All of this hasn't made him less aroused - in fact, he feels more safe with them than ever, which he knows will let him let go.

[oohforeshadowing]

They finish buckling the straps, then set his hands down lightly on his stomach.

"Good boy," they murmur, again, and then stand up to strip off. Shirt first - revealing a slight fullness in their chest and small, dark nipples - then breeches. Their skin shimmers a little in the lamplight. Their cock is hard and a little wet, its full length curving up against their stomach.

[bleak_midwinter]

He looks at them in wonder and excitement. He'd only felt their body before, but underneath a bodice and skirt it had felt very different. He can almost not believe he can be attractive to such an exciting creature, someone so interesting and beautiful.

And that cock is quite the sight, too. He takes in a quick breath when he looks at it, then back up at their face.

[oohforeshadowing]

They smile at him, stalking back to the couch like a predator to prey, confident and lithe. Fortunately, the couch is long enough that they can kneel between his thighs, arranging his legs around their slim waist.

"I wonder if this will be enough for you," they tease, slicking their cock with a measure of oil.

Fortunately, the crop is still in easy arm's reach.

[bleak_midwinter]

"A surprise - a supernatural who doesn't think of themself as the perfect specimen."

He reaches his arms up over his own head, grasping at the fabric.

"You'd be better off considering if you can use what you have correctly."

[oohforeshadowing]

"Oh, I'm confident enough of that. Besides - if I didn't think I was sufficient, I could simply shift into someone who was, mm?"

They carefully press the tip of their erection against Tommy's hole and apply slow pressure, letting it slowly open him up. Their cock doesn't really have a head in the way a human's does, or quite the same girth: after the initial penetration it's just a slight thickening and then a smooth, deep sink inside.

Their lashes flutter, tail rolling restlessly against the couch's armrest. He's tight.

[bleak_midwinter]

He lets out a long, drawn-out curse as they sink into his body. It's been a while, and it feels new all over again to get really, truly fucked.

He can barely do anything but lie there, clench his thighs, and try to relax into it.

[oohforeshadowing]

For a moment, Double can't do much either, besides close their eyes and bask in the sensation and try not to come immediately. It's been a while for them, as well; they like males and females all the same, but men seem to see them more as someone to be fucked.

"You really are quite something," they murmur, and move their hips in a slow sinuous roll: pulling out, pressing slowly in.

[bleak_midwinter]

"Am I, Your Grace?"

His voice is breathy, his chest heaving.

"You feel so big. Haven't been fucked in a long time. Don't- don't hold back."