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]

"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.

[bleak_midwinter]

He wraps his hand around their thigh, and this time doesn't hurt them. He just drags their leg up to wrap around his waist, so he can fit neatly up between their legs. He pulls away briefly to ask:

"Can you take me with no preparation?"

[oohforeshadowing]

They nod quickly. It might be a little uncomfortable, at first, but they know they'll adjust quickly and they're so wet.

"Yes, sir. Please, fuck me-"

[bleak_midwinter]

He guides himself slowly, slowly inside of them. He doesn't want to harm them, but as long as he gets to sink into their body he's happy. He's so fucking hard it takes a lot of willpower, and he dives back in to kiss them.

[oohforeshadowing]

They whine softly, wrapping their legs around his waist, knees spread wide and ankles locked against the small of his back. They're tight, and Tommy feels huge and hot inside them and it's exactly what they wanted. A feeling of being physically dominated, overwhelmed.

They part their lips, welcoming his kiss, letting him plunder their body in whatever way he pleases.

[bleak_midwinter]

When he can feel their body yielding to his own he takes full advantage of it. He nips at their lower lip in a kind of warning, then starts moving in earnest. One hand is on their waist, the other on their thigh, so he has full control of them when he fucks them.

It's glorious. He loses himself in it in a way he doesn't normally let himself, truly plundering them, grunting low and guttural on every thrust.

[oohforeshadowing]

Double is very used to being in control, or at least fully participant, when they fuck. Even when Tommy's on top, they're directing him a little. But here and now, they're completely in thrall to their lover. Just an object, a toy for them to fuck.

Which is not to say it doesn't feel incredible. They gasp and shudder with each thrust, their cock sliding against Tommy's warm skin.

[bleak_midwinter]

He's sure that if they don't come from being fucked it'll be a matter of a few good touches after. He won't leave them hanging, but for now he can focus on himself so he does. He fucks them hard enough to bruise, grabs their body, pushes them up when he wants them to shift.

He doesn't warn them when he's close, either. His thrusts get jerkier, his breathing goes shallow, and then he's coming deep inside of them. It feels a little like he's claiming them for himself, it feels beautiful and brutal and visceral.

[oohforeshadowing]

"Ah-"

They're sensitive enough inside to feel it when he fills them up, his cock becoming just that little bit harder for a moment and jerking inside them as he comes. It is very, very nearly enough to tip them over that edge - but they're glad it isn't. They want to be fully focused on him and his pleasure, on his selfish use of their body. They wouldn't have it any other way.

[bleak_midwinter]

"Double," he breathes, now panting up against their neck. While still inside them he maneuvers his hand between their bodies and wraps it around their hard cock. He can't do much, but he can rub his thumb over the tip and jerk them clumsily.

[oohforeshadowing]

They gasp, tearing up a little again from sheer overstimulation, hips jerking.

"Yes - please, sir, thank you, thank you-"

They cry out, broken and inhuman, and their whole body seems to wrap around him and squeeze when they come.

[bleak_midwinter]

"Fuck!" It almost feels like a second orgasm being wrung put from him when they get so tight. They smell so good around him, their body wet and tight and absolutely perfect. He bites down on their shoulder to process the feeling, letting them shake everything out.

[oohforeshadowing]

From the way their whole body tightens and shakes when he bites down, Tommy isn't the only one who's as good as coming a second time. It takes several long, delirious moments before they can finally unwrap their arms and legs (and tail) from around him, collapsing into the sheets.

"Oh, my goodness," they breathe, lashes fluttering.