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 do - have some other things, if you'd like to use one," they admit, eyes downturned even as they're drawn closer.

[bleak_midwinter]

"A collection? You can't tell me that and not show me."

He lets go of them with a slap to their ass - go on.

[oohforeshadowing]

That slap makes them rock up onto their toes with a small but unmistakable sound of pleasure, and they lick their lips briefly before moving toward the dresser.

They open the second drawer, and then a hidden shelf inside that drawer, to show him. There's a couple of bulbous metal things which perhaps started life as handles of some kind, and one slender steel object which is undeniably phallic by design.

"Here, sir."

[bleak_midwinter]

He stands behind them, his arm wrapped around their waist as they go to open the drawer. His still-hard cock rests against the small of their back, and he takes in a breath at the sight of the objects.

Next time they'll have to meet here, he thinks. If they want to really make Tommy cry, this is going to be the way. He reaches out out to touch the steel object for now.

"I think that'll do very well. Back onto the bed with you."

[oohforeshadowing]

"Of course."

As sweet and pliant a creature as you could hope to imagine, Double lays out on the bed, pale naked body stark against navy blue sheets. They're not hard yet, but their body is tense and warm with arousal and anticipation.

[bleak_midwinter]

He takes up the steel dildo after getting rid of his own clothing - breeches, smallclothes, linen shirt, waistcoat, socks - and gets up on the bed with them. He puts the toy aside for now and crawls up between their legs.

"What a gift you are. A body all mine for the taking."

And take he will. He picks up their foot and starts pressing his fingers into the arch of their foot. It's pleasant at first, a little massage to relax them, until he starts pressing harder, and harder. His hands are strong and rough and willing to make it hurt until something cracks and relaxes.

[oohforeshadowing]

And even as flexible and strong and resilient as Double's body is, they have limits. Their calves twitch at first, tensing and relaxing, and their toes curl tight - and then their whole leg jolts as they cry out in a deeply cathartic kind of pain.

"Sir-!"

[bleak_midwinter]

"I know."

He lets go of their foot, then picks up the other and gives it the same treatment. He ends it with pinching the webbing between their toes, going for a sharp, mean little pain.

[oohforeshadowing]

Their tail snaps against the mattress when he does it, and they make the throaty trilling sound they only ever come out with when they're feeling something truly intense.

"God!"

Their hands fist in the blankets, knuckles turning pale.

[bleak_midwinter]

"Keep making those sounds," he encourages them, as be starts to dig his fingers into their calve. He knows the exact places where it'll hurt most on humans, but he'll have to see if Double's body works the same way.

[oohforeshadowing]

They do, loud and inhuman, when his fingertips dig in near the back of their knee. It's not the kind of pain they're used to - most other dalliances like this have involved paddles or canes. There's something so much more deeply physical to this, feeling Tommy's hands on their skin and his fingers strumming at their nerves, no tools keeping them apart.

They're definitely getting wet, sensitive, and they can't resist the urge to close their legs tightly to enjoy the pressure for a moment.

[bleak_midwinter]

He sees them do it, and puts his hand between their legs when they start closing. He smiles when he feels the heat there.

"I suppose I don't have to ask if that was a good or a bad sound, eh?"

[oohforeshadowing]

"No, sir." They squirm against his hand, just a little. "I - I like to hurt for you."

For him. For someone they trust and care about.

[bleak_midwinter]

"And I like it when you hurt for me," he confirms to them, as if it wasn't obvious by the way he's pressing his fingers into a point on their thigh that's supposed to make them wail.

[oohforeshadowing]

It takes a little more pressure than it would on a human, but when he gets the response he's looking for, it's perfect. Double arches and twists, tail writhing on the bed like it's a living thing all of its own.

"Sir!"

They're definitely getting hard now.

[bleak_midwinter]

"Good job," he breathes, having to reach down himself to give his own cock a stroke of relief. The idea that he could stop right now and fuck them for his own satisfaction is almost a little too much, and he has to force himself to keep going. He wants to wring them out, and this is the way to do it.

Slowly, he starts up again: he takes their other thigh and digs in, before moving up with both thumbs to dig in underneath their ribcage.

[oohforeshadowing]

That's a new, strange feeling, and even with their thicker skin they're sensitive to it. Their breathing jumps, and their hand darts to his wrist as if to stop him - then freezes before making contact. They're better than that, they can be good, they can take what he's giving them.

Tears form at the corners of their eyes and they blink, the translucent secondary lids closing vertically across the pupil.

[bleak_midwinter]

"Darling," he says, fingers stopping what they're doing but not quite pulling away. "Darling, if it's too much you can tell me. You'd still be doing good for me."

He wonders if it's too much to handle or just not good.

[oohforeshadowing]

"I'm fine," they breathe, smiling a little at the sound of their own habitual pet name on his lips. "It's - intense. But it's not too much. I promise I'll say something if that changes."

[bleak_midwinter]

"Okay," he says, registering relief in himself. He leans down to press a quick open-mouthed kiss to their abdomen, and then decides - well, when in Rome.

He bites them on the spot where he'd just been pressing his thumb. Somehow this feels even more violent, like he'd rip a chunk out of them if he wanted to.

[oohforeshadowing]

If the fingers felt deeply physical, this feels visceral. They whimper, and feel fresh tears cresting.

"Oh, my God - sir, that's so - please, don't stop," because they have to make it absolutely clear.

[bleak_midwinter]

He keeps going, in that case, carefully increasing the pressure so they'll have a glorious bruise to show for it tomorrow. When he's just about to break the skin he pulls away, shifting his mouth from their ribs to one of their nipples. He likes the feeling of the gentle curve of their chest, and he fits a hand around one of them now while he bites down hard on the other nipple.

[oohforeshadowing]

There's something so vivid about that contrast, the savagery and gentleness, enough to make them sob. It's a broken, desperate sound, an urgent need for something they can't even articulate. They dig their nails into the sheets, screwing up the fine linens in tight, desperate fists as their calves twitch and toes curl.

[bleak_midwinter]

He knows just how it feels. When he gets worked over like this he lets go of the need to come, of anything really to do with his cock. He just revels in the feeling of his body being bent and twisted and hurt in a way he otherwise wouldn't let himself feel.

When he's bitten a bruise into their chest too he straddles them and pulls them into a deep, claiming kiss. They've done well, and he's going to reward them.

[oohforeshadowing]

The relief Double feels when Tommy kisses them is palpable, obvious in the way their muscles slacken and they finally let go of the sheets to wrap their arms around him. Pulling him closer just puts pressure on the marks he's left and it hurts, all over, but they can't bear to be even a little apart from him.

They moan into the kiss, hips rocking up against his. The pain hasn't entirely swallowed up that pursuit of pleasure.