masanari | [Futurelandia] An Eventful Valentines and beyond (happy new year)

[After spending so much time together on their vacation and coming to understand a part of her mate that she hadn't grasped for damn near twenty years, a separation of even a few weeks felt like torture. Not the sweet kind that pulled at your nerves, no, it was agonizing, horrendous, and it seemed to kill her a little inside. It worked into such a frenzy that thinking about him for too long made her into a mess and, by definition of the situation, Yamato was really the only one she could turn to.

But even then she couldn't quite handle being away from Masaomi, so Audrey had helped her, had taken care of Masaomi as best as a teenager could - but nowhere near what Nariko would have done herself if she and her mate were capable of not fucking. It had to be enough.

No matter how Masaomi feels about her absence, about Yamato, or about their lives after a magical span of time? He's getting attacked the second he walks through the door. She's been waiting for him all day, she skipped classes, and even went as far as to blatantly stare out their front most window. It's completely possible that he saw her watching him come up to the front door like an overeager dog awaiting its master.

Except a dog can't kiss nearly as well as her, but she's moaning the second their lips connect.

So, yeah, welcome home Masaomi!]

[ Whatever worries he's built up in this time - and there are many - and whatever other little things need to be addressed with her, with their pack (he's been told by Ada that Nariko's old ex Joshua wanted to talk with him about joining too, so he'd need to talk with him and his daughter to see if they fit the mold and that's not even getting into him basically leaving Lana hanging for a month... and whatever other drama he missed with Sully or Audrey or Tom or Junk or Koji or--)

All of that is wiped away the moment he steps in the door and before he even announces he had a clean bill of health (well, out loud. He'd sent sent a big mass text to everyone) Nariko's slip on him and is in his arms, kissing him, licking at his lips - and he holds her back, spinning with her in his arms in the foyer, kissing her back. His scent spews out wildly all over the place, now he doesn't need to hold it down ]

[She groans at the pressure of his scent, the familiarity of it is actually as comforting as it is sexual!]

Hey.

[That probably came out like 'mmmmey' but whatever, man. Nariko pulls them back towards the stairs in some dumbly vain hope of making it to their bedroom, but that's an awful amount of floors away and his pants are right there. It's such bad math when she's already panting and half whining. Though it's been quite a long while (about fifteen years, per Koji's age) and might therefore be difficult to notice at first there's a particular thread of desperation here that doesn't have anything to do with their separation.

She's just always so fucking horny when she's pregnant.]

Somehow -- expected-- balloons.

[ Of course he doesn't immediately connect it to pregnancy. Honestly, even if he has talked with her about her and Yamato before now, they didn't exactly discuss that he planned to knock her up. At least not in detail if it even came up at all. Plus she had been hesitant to be pregnant at all... so he doesn't consider it a possibility.

Still, he's stumbling to and partially up the stairs with her, shaking his head and groaning as he knows he's getting an erection - which it feels good to get by the way even if there's a light sting ]

Ah-huh.

[As in, there are some and then she very dramatically pushes her chest into his to kind of make a point - balloons! Her boobs are the balloons! ... It's an awful joke but that's what happens when he's out of the picture for too long. She has to try and make up for it on her own and it goes terribly. If nothing else he's saving their household from her excuse of a sense of humor.

One of her hands braces against the wall as they go, but she won't stop kissing him, and she's working at his pants, as if some of her hormones might calm themselves if she can at least touch him.]

[ Oh. Oh man, that sounds all sorts of hilarious - because in his mind that's a good joke, even if it's snort of terrible. He snorts, and then bursts out laughing even as she's messing with his pants. One hand braces over his stomach as he continues his belly laugh, but the other goes up to squeeze one of her breasts, giving it a firm squeeze he's sure will produce milk squirting under her bra (assuming she's wearing one) because if she was with Yamato for the last month of course she would take more of those pills, right?

But all the same...

Balloons, shit. ]

Dangerous.

[ For them to keep going up the stairs like this. But he's still going ]

[When he laughs she ends up doing the same, it's like an awful train wreck that neither of them can hope to stop. While he's laughing she gets his pants undone, yanks them up the last few steps, but there's still at least one more set to go and they have to work really hard to keep from breaking their necks. She gives him little pecks until they can breathe correctly, though she ends up taking a bit longer since her boobs are sensitive - and leak free for at least another month or so, if she's lucky.]

And?

[Since when has danger ever really stopped them? Never, basically.]

Missed you.

[More than she could ever logically verbalize, which was why they were going to have a lot of sex in the next, oh, nine hours.]

Pointing out.

[ But all the same, he honks her boobs two or three more times before he slides his hands up her body and over her neck, not squeezing but all the same feeling tender. He's still laughing as he pulls on her hair to get them up and over the last step, trying to make himself feel balanced and right, but he knows that she's going to grab his dick. ... Well, he wants to.

Still, he's - ]

Same. I love you.

[ He missed her so much. ... If they're going to their room, they have to go down the hall and up two more sets of stairs ]

[She makes a sound like 'ahh,' an acknowledgement, letting him know she accepts his danger disclaimer. She won't blame him if she breaks her neck or a leg or something. For the first time in years she doesn't so much as shudder at even the ghost of his touch at her neck, really, that trip was great for instilling a certain level of trust. With someone else she'd be afraid, but she isn't with Masaomi.

Nariko is briefly concerned when the back part of a high heel catches on the top most stair but she recovers well enough, and her reward is those three words.]

I love you, too.

[So much that it still felt as suffocating and wonderful as it had when it was just the two of them in the whole world. Even recalling the feeling seems to make her swell up with the emotion and her body pulses with her scent.] I love you, I love you, I love you.

[But that's not enough, saying it is just saying it, but she wants him to really fucking feel it.]

I need you.

[Stumbling down the hall - they're not going to make it, there's no way, because she's got his pants open now, palming his cock a little more gently than she usually might - there's a part of her that's worried about accidentally hurting him.]

[ His lips quirk into a bigger and bigger smile with each step they take, as their bodies become more and more entwined and as their scents clash, collect, and merge. She might fill the house on the regular, but his own isn't far behind now, the potent force of the house's Alpha setting claim to his domain again and chief among it, his mate. Someone who he was connected to in every way imaginable. And this was needy, this was romantic, and -

He grins as he yanks her hair to connect their lips again, a short peck before he braces his hands on either side of her head, responding to her, ]

I love you, I love you, I missed you, I need you.

[ And he stumbles to push them into a wall now, her back to it as he feels his cock throbbing under her touch ]

[The wall is a miracle right now and she's dumbly grateful to have something to brace on because he can't even say he loves her innocently, that seems to make her wetter, too just like the pull of her hair and that short kiss did. She groans and kisses him again, a little sloppier this time while she speeds her hand up.]

Yours. [His, his, his, to such an extent that he doesn't even have to need her - she's right there for him, however he wants. If he wanted to take her in front of the whole pack and make them suffer through their chemistry the whole time she wouldn't even think twice. They'd practically set them all on fire.] Fuck me?

[It's voiced as a question because, well, he's her Alpha, this is a situation where he tells her what to do, because Nariko wants to blow him just as much as she wants him back inside of her again where he belongs. But if he wants to tease her, be awful? That's his right, after all.]

Yes.

[ Yes, yes, a million times yes. It's true he wants one of her trademark blowjobs, he wants to have her to it with her tits and he wants to tease her. He wants to do it up her ass and do it everywhere - show her off and savor every minute of it even as he goes it rough, wildly, and without stopping. He's sure by now most everyone here smells them . . . But there was no chance he could do that for the first round. He was her alpha, and she was his - but he was also needy, and he needed to fuck her, needed to be back where he belonged...

There was no way she was wearing panties now. He trusted that in her. And so he moves aside whatever's over her legs as he lifted one of them, positioned his dick, and with a reverent but quick movement shoved up inside of her ]

[He knows her all too well - there's no point in wearing panties anymore. They're just a waste of time for Nariko, and she sure as hell didn't need them the moment he sent that text, presumably from the doctor's office. She also did them both a favor by wearing a pretty well fitted, but overall loose skirt. All he had to do was go for it and he did, and the cry she let out wasn't human so much as animalistic.

Yes, he's right where he belongs and she's so happy that it feels maddening.]

Alpha. [Hers, hers, hers, no matter who else he fucked or knocked up or whatever the hell else crossed his obscenely creative mind. This is the man she's supposed to be with and loves more than anything, everything else is just noise.] Th-Thank you!

[For fucking her, for being here, for letting her be the first - even if it was the most natural thing - all of the above, really.]

Nariko. Sorry to keep-- you waiting.

[ Or maybe he should have thanked her? After all, she was his. ... and he was hers. Even if he was dominant, there's some equality here. He was always meant to meet her, their hearts and biology were perfect. And so he delivers an oddly tender kiss as he starts to thrust up hard against her, setting a brisk, hard pace against the wall, his eyes swimming with so many passions.

This is home. It's the most natural thing in the world. ]

[It's such a Masaomi-like response, though, that there's no use in second guessing it. The only t hing she can do to express that is smile, shake her head slightly. It doesn't matter if she has to linger around the sidelines for a while, whenever it's possible Nariko's going to be at his side again, quicker than anyone else. That's just how it's supposed to be.

Even though he's undoubtedly jolting her body in place she gets her hands on his face, as if he might really dare to look away from her. There's a lot she wants to say but can't, because the physical sensation of being fucked is so much more important than anything that could be done with her voice.]

[ As if he would ever look away from her.

He probably should be more tender than all this, and there's a fair chance he will, but right now he's showing his affection with their oldest ritual - which is to say that right now as he works her up against the wall, brutal and perhaps a bit too fast he was trying to pop her hips. Or so he tells himself - because even as he does that and his hands muss into her hair or against the wall, his eyes are locked entirely on her own, a warm smile tinging at them.

He was sorry, of course. He did miss her, of course.

They were meant to be... of course.

And this first round will no doubt be a blurr as he's lost in her eyes ]

[He shouldn't be anything what he is - it's not as if she'll break anytime soon, and now there's no reason to doubt that he wouldn't choose to be gentle later on, when they aren't burning at both ends. Right now there's a complete relief in the quickness of it, she wouldn't have the patience to appreciate it if he went slow and drew it all out. But, good god, she's meant to ask him since their trip if he knows exactly how forceful he can be with those eyes of his, it's almost cruel.

But she enables him by refusing to close her eyes, even though they flutter when she feels that immediate sense of pressure. Yeah, this round isn't going to last long at all but it wouldn't be their usual ritual if she didn't try to head it off a little, right? Or maybe she simply doesn't have it in her to let go as easily as she should.

Either way she pulls him in for another kiss, more passionate than rough, toying with his bottom lip.]

[ This is also his first round in a full month - there's no way he was ever going to last that long. In fact, as he gets excited and is pulled into that kiss, grunting as he does and breathing his name on her lips - well... it's all he can do to hold back a little. But in that same moment that he tries to hold back, it stings. He makes a noise about that into the kiss, and then breathes out, ]

My bad.

[ Because he's going - to cum. He hopes she does too or this might be one of those few times his pride is hurt by quick-shotting. He at least tries to match the kiss. Because his cheeks did color at the rest of it, even if he was proud of the eye thing.

... Cruel?

He should be asked about that though ]

Nah.

[What an award winning response. It's probably the kiss that does it for her aside from the most obvious, but it's almost like being given permission, or she doesn't have near as much control of herself right now as she liked to think! A month is a long time, and it was easy to forget how thoroughly Masaomi could undo all of her talent.]

Just - Just do it!!

[Because judging by the thinness of her voice and the jerking buck of her hips they'll probably go at about the same time, if not exactly.]

[ Just do it.

And so he will. Grinning, sweating, and generally looking a bit bashful but incredibly self-satisfied, Masaomi sucks in air, gives her one less pack, and then grunts out her name before giving himself one hard, final, climactic thrust against the wall, shaking whatever might be resting on there as he does. And he also- ]

Here you-- go!

[ His first (in a while) shot with seed in it. He'll get her pregnant yet! Even if they didn't really discuss that ]

[Yeahhhh, about that whole pregnant thing ... They should have a talk about it ... She's totally gonna bring that up once the moment presents itself!

Which isn't now, obviously, because she's busy taking his cum and letting her nerves unravel right along with his.]

Man.

[She kind of sinks against the wall, lets one arm drop to rest around his neck.]

... It's been a while.

[Nariko is so happy that it might as well roll off of her skin and form waves. Which, it's probably doing just that, so if anyone in this house was stressed they probably aren't anymore!]

A small lifetime.

[ Masaomi agrees, his won relief palpable, even if he's just as easy to get back in it and show that he can indeed cum many more times. They should probably get off the wall, move a bit further towards their room... but he doesn't want to move. He doesn't want to pull out of her. Still, he laughs a little in a mildly self-depreciating way.

Man, it was way too long there. ]

Let's not do it again.

[His anatomy is going to have to stay the way it is, and hopefully that just means he won't accidentally knock someone up at seventy or whatever.

Nariko doesn't really want to move either but she's also stuck on the wall, so she's got a tiny bit more motivation.] C'mon.

[Even when she pushes at his body she sort of moves with him but, yeah, that's not going to get them up the last flight of stairs. It's debatable whether they could even move that way down the hall.]

I can't walk with my dick in you, you know.

[ But he does nod in agreement that never again. No more penis under the knife. Also he would be a totally badass knocker upper of people when he's seventy Excuse you? ... But all of that's in the back of his mind, as he's pushed out of her and - even if it feels anathema to the moment, he has to pull his cock out of her.

... That feeling of being naked again.

Still, he groans and wraps an arm around her so as to get them back on the stairs. At least now they can maybe talk?? As they both leak fluids on the hall ]

Isn't that what they call a universal fail?

[Look, she's allowed to be a little bratty about this, because nearly a full month of separation was enough torture, this is just a dash of salt to a wound that hasn't been allowed to heal yet. Her jaw tightens through the separation and she bears with the immediate sense of loss.

But the sooner they get to their room the better off they'll be, which is why her arm goes around him too, kind of mutually pushing both their bodies to the goal. They probably only have a limited amount of time before they get all riled up again, so it's time to use it all wisely.]

I really hope you don't plan on leaving me anytime soon.

[As in not for the rest of the day, though she should probably deliver the bad news before they start planning anything.]

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