[ In that moment Nariko gets up from him Masaomi feels two things all at once, and the people who manage to have their eyes off of Nariko and on him get to bare witness to it (does anyone manage to do that?) - he watches his mate pull away from her, watching as she walks over to Yamato, how she pushes him down and kisses him. And most importantly, he smells her. He smells that scent from her, not at all like how it usually is. It's not the cloying, demanding scent of before, it's the scent that promises that if she gets fucked, she'll be theirs entirely. It's a siren call, something which makes every person in the room either move towards her in anticipation or move away from her in fear of what that actually means. Time seems to slow to a crawl, and Masaomi actually glances around the room to see how everyone in turn handles it.
Sullivan seems to recoil. Tom does too. Octavio looks interested but then scoots in towards Emily, who is the closest woman to him. Koji is openly panting with a look which is as much attraction as it is terror. Masaomi finds himself curious most of all how Yamato or Ada handle it. (though he does, briefly, smile a little at Audrey's reaction). Yamato...
Yamato's personality is awkward, a little bit uncertain. The man can't manage to handle Nariko when she comes onto him, turns him on and makes him horny enough all in one moment to have a throbbing hard on just from the kiss itself. Really, his true response, something Masaomi wonders if Nariko sees, is the spark in his eyes. There's a mad look in the boy's eyes, a deep seated crazy which has boiled far under the surface for years, following Nariko's ass when she walks away with a look which demands absolute submission, and it's one he still has when he first glances back at Junko.
... Yamato provoked that out of her. And Nariko provoked that out of him -- and Masaomi... he's jealous, he's alarmed, but he's excited. His blood boils, and a moment Yamato turns his his gaze to his father, as if he was going to ask if this was okay, the boy is met with a look he's never seen out of his father. His father's eyes are wide and his pupils are dilated. He knows that it's impossible, but he swears that his father's eyes in that brief moment look more like a cat's than a man's. Yamato is filled with terror in that moment, an overwhelming feeling that he not only will lose (was he--) but he might actually be physically harmed. But then, just as fast--
Yamato actually smirks. It's not a look he would make, or a look Koji would make, but it's something fierce looking, and though it's motivated as much by how horny he is to how scared he feels, but his scent shifts, filling the room to match with the small leak Nariko had to assert his command over everyone in the room, asking them to swear loyalty to him with his scent. It's one that people had smelled before, but also different, and might've actually totally overpowered the gifting moment if not for the fact that Masaomi releases his own scent.
... His own primal, untapped scent. Something he didn't realize he had until that moment he had beaten his way through a lot of his packmates in order to claim his former Alpha. Something he didn't know he could solidify until he had this house, and it's the scent everyone in the room will have smelled at least once, the feeling of being utterly overwhelmed by another individual, one which made you know that you swear everything to this man. And while Yamato's has a taste of it, Masaomi's is greater for now, enough that everyone in the room probably finds their minds going inadvertently towards wanting to let Masaomi fuck them senseless.
And just as quick, Masaomi lowers his scent, and Yamato, cowed towards inaction... tries to. He manages to get it back to his own normal one and tries to keep it in. And the Alpha stands now, holding the book up to Nariko before they sit back down, smiling. ]
This is a really thoughtful one. and did you make any of these clothes?
[ His own gift... could it even stack up to Yamato's. He wonders that for a moment, but an Alpha can't doubt, not at a time like this. It's probably why he sweeps his mate up into his arms once she's back to him ]
Oops I made this all Big
Sullivan seems to recoil. Tom does too. Octavio looks interested but then scoots in towards Emily, who is the closest woman to him. Koji is openly panting with a look which is as much attraction as it is terror. Masaomi finds himself curious most of all how Yamato or Ada handle it. (though he does, briefly, smile a little at Audrey's reaction). Yamato...
Yamato's personality is awkward, a little bit uncertain. The man can't manage to handle Nariko when she comes onto him, turns him on and makes him horny enough all in one moment to have a throbbing hard on just from the kiss itself. Really, his true response, something Masaomi wonders if Nariko sees, is the spark in his eyes. There's a mad look in the boy's eyes, a deep seated crazy which has boiled far under the surface for years, following Nariko's ass when she walks away with a look which demands absolute submission, and it's one he still has when he first glances back at Junko.
... Yamato provoked that out of her. And Nariko provoked that out of him -- and Masaomi... he's jealous, he's alarmed, but he's excited. His blood boils, and a moment Yamato turns his his gaze to his father, as if he was going to ask if this was okay, the boy is met with a look he's never seen out of his father. His father's eyes are wide and his pupils are dilated. He knows that it's impossible, but he swears that his father's eyes in that brief moment look more like a cat's than a man's. Yamato is filled with terror in that moment, an overwhelming feeling that he not only will lose (was he--) but he might actually be physically harmed. But then, just as fast--
Yamato actually smirks. It's not a look he would make, or a look Koji would make, but it's something fierce looking, and though it's motivated as much by how horny he is to how scared he feels, but his scent shifts, filling the room to match with the small leak Nariko had to assert his command over everyone in the room, asking them to swear loyalty to him with his scent. It's one that people had smelled before, but also different, and might've actually totally overpowered the gifting moment if not for the fact that Masaomi releases his own scent.
... His own primal, untapped scent. Something he didn't realize he had until that moment he had beaten his way through a lot of his packmates in order to claim his former Alpha. Something he didn't know he could solidify until he had this house, and it's the scent everyone in the room will have smelled at least once, the feeling of being utterly overwhelmed by another individual, one which made you know that you swear everything to this man. And while Yamato's has a taste of it, Masaomi's is greater for now, enough that everyone in the room probably finds their minds going inadvertently towards wanting to let Masaomi fuck them senseless.
And just as quick, Masaomi lowers his scent, and Yamato, cowed towards inaction... tries to. He manages to get it back to his own normal one and tries to keep it in. And the Alpha stands now, holding the book up to Nariko before they sit back down, smiling. ]
This is a really thoughtful one. and did you make any of these clothes?
[ His own gift... could it even stack up to Yamato's. He wonders that for a moment, but an Alpha can't doubt, not at a time like this. It's probably why he sweeps his mate up into his arms once she's back to him ]