olden times for Tommy

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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]

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.

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"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.

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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.

[bleak_midwinter]

Pulling out is almost as slow a process as pushing in, and when he's finally there he collapses on his side next to them.

"Fuckin' hell," he agrees. His voice is low and hoarse, he realizes from the way he'd been grunting.

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They immediately roll onto their side in turn, with a little wincing sound of discomfort, but it's worth it to be able to snuggle into him.

"No riding tomorrow," they murmur, and don't feel the need to offer an explanation.

[bleak_midwinter]

"Not much of anything tomorrow if I have any say in it," he replies, wrapping an arm around their shoulders. "That was hard work for you."

[oohforeshadowing]

"It was," they sigh, "but...in a very different way to the hard work of everything happening outside," they murmur, nuzzling into his chest. Their own voice is a little more hoarse, less fluid than usual. "It was exactly what I needed."

[bleak_midwinter]

He strokes their hair again, affectionate and calming.

"I'm glad to hear it. It had been a while for me, but it's nice to know that we can switch roles."

[oohforeshadowing]

"And I'll want to do it again," they agree. "Maybe at a time where it's more for fun and less about...catharsis."

They're conscious that it can't be easy for Thomas, to take the lead and hurt them when they're feeling vulnerable. Almost literally kicking them while they're down, even if they've asked for it.

[bleak_midwinter]

"I was glad to help you, you know that."

He strokes his fingers over their ear, but stops quickly since he knows how sensitive they are.

"But I'd likely go a little further if it wasn't for catharsis."

[oohforeshadowing]

They shiver at the touch, but make no attempt to flinch away. If anything, their enjoyment is what's most evident.

"I'd enjoy that. Maybe bring my toys into play, next time? I'd happily use them on you as well."

[bleak_midwinter]

"I forgot all about it," he says with a laugh, realizing now. He finds it in the bed, nudging it with his foot.

"Damn. I was looking forward to using it, and I got carried away eating you alive. Take them along next time?"

Somehow he can't imagine them meeting in their room again so soon.

[oohforeshadowing]

"I'll pack them for my next visit," they promise. "And if there's anything else you'd like to have made, I'm still on good terms with that metalsmith."

London's industry will happily cater to wealthy perverts, if you know who to ask.

[bleak_midwinter]

"Goodness," he says, settling into his pillow, closing his eyes and imagining.

"Perhaps we can try something once, and I'll let my fantasy run loose after that."

[oohforeshadowing]

"Of course, darling."

They delicately run the tip of their tail down the length of their body, brushing against some of the marks and welts Tommy's left behind.

"...Nobody's ever treated me like that," they murmur. "The bare hands, the teeth."

[bleak_midwinter]

"It feels brutal, doesn't it? Violent, aggressive, passionate. Almost selfish, if only we weren't both wired wrong."

He says that last part with a laugh and a stroke of their ear. He doesn't really feel that way about their proclivities.

"A man I fucked in the past liked doing it to me. He'd have me bruised all over."

[oohforeshadowing]

"And did you like receiving it?" they wonder, running a hand down his arm. "Not that I think I could return the favour without doing some real damage."

They have a lot of self control, but in the heat of the moment they're not sure they could draw the line between bruising and drawing blood, as sharp as their teeth are.

[bleak_midwinter]

"He did have teeth that weren't made to pierce skin," he agrees with a laugh. "That said, I loved receiving it. He'd beat my thighs with his forearm, he bit me all over - even put a pillow over my head and punched it, once."

He shivers at the memory. It was a lot, but it sort of shook him to his core then and he's still a little bit shaken years later.

"I likely shouldn't have trusted him not to do permanent harm, but somehow I did."

[oohforeshadowing]

"He punched you? My goodness," Double murmurs, stroking his jaw. "I'm not sure that I would dare. Your lovely face."

They lean over to kiss his cheek.

"Mm. There are some sweets in the drawer, if you could...?"

They gesture at the bedside cabinet on Tommy's side. They're feeling a bit at odds.

[bleak_midwinter]

"Of course." Enough talk about violence and distress. He leans over to get them, hard candies and toffees. He unwraps them from their wax paper and feeds them one.

"Shall I ring so you can order some tea or coffee?"

[oohforeshadowing]

"Oh - yes, that would be lovely. Thank you."

They bite into a toffee and close their eyes at the rich, treacly sweetness of it.

"I've had the house fitted out with heating glyphs, by the way. Before all the...unpleasantness."