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 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."

[oohforeshadowing]

"Of course, Mr Shelby."

As much as they'd like to just start pounding into him, to fuck him as hard and fast as it'll take to get them off, they want to torment him even more. So they start to build speed gradually, hips rocking against his, finding a rhythm - and reaching to pick up the crop.

A good performance embraces many different elements, after all.

[bleak_midwinter]

His eyes widen when he sees it, and his body tenses in a way they'll feel all around them. Already he's feeling so good, and they can spare the attention for more?

"Am I not to your liking, Your Grace? Must you punish me more?"

[oohforeshadowing]

The way he tightens in sheer anticipation feels so good that it makes them shudder in answer.

"As if you think this is a punishment," they laugh breathlessly, and deal him a sharp blow across the chest, catching one nipple.

[bleak_midwinter]

He tightens even more now, and his head tips back in pleasure, his mouth dropping open. With his arms up like this he looks almost saintly, suffering beautifully for the passion between them. Not that he's completely passive: he clenches his thighs around their waist to urge them on.

[oohforeshadowing]

And it works beautifully, prompting a gasp and a few jolting thrusts that are almost violent. They swat his thigh, his stomach, the crop leaving pink welts on his skin.

"Are you close? You look like it must hurt," they breathe, and lean down. Shifters are uncommonly flexible, and it's nothing to get close enough for their long tongue to slide over the head of his prick.

[bleak_midwinter]

He loves that they're letting go of themselves, savors those violent thrusts. He's sure he'll have bruises everywhere tomorrow, from the crop, their hips, their fingers.

And then he's not thinking so much at all. He'd been about to reply, to tell them yes, yes, I'm almost there, almost- and then they actually mamage to suck his cock. Before he knows it he's coming, crying out in surprise, his whole body tensing for an orgasm that almost makes him black out.

[oohforeshadowing]

Double gasps, shuddering in vicarious pleasure as Tommy makes a mess of their mouth and throat. He's so tight now, his body squeezing at their cock in tight little spasms, and it only takes a few more reckless thrusts to take them over the edge.

They throw their head back and moan out loud, the sound becoming a little less human as Tommy's body wrings out the last of their orgasm.

[bleak_midwinter]

He lets out a desperate moan, and lifts his arms up so he can put his hands on their chest as they fuck him through their orgasm. It feels less like the scene and more like the two of them, now, and he wants to touch them.

They're absolutely stunning. He can barely believe it.