masanari | [Futurelandia] The Wonderful Christmas (and maybe into New Years stuff too)

[ . . . Was that a coincidence or was she teasing him? Or was it something else, did she want it? He just-

He turns to face her, but his face is flushed now, red up to his ears in that way he could sometimes get childishly embarrassed. He tries to take a step closer to her, but his legs feel like jello, he doesn't even make it a step before he trips a little and instead goes back to the window-wall to lean against it, crossing his arms like it'll cover for him ]

H-hey, it's no problem. I just brought it because... Well, because you never know, right?

[ He also tends to pack too much, if she's going through his bag she'll also find he brought like three different movies on DVD and a full bathroom dobkit just in case ]

So it's... you know, fine.

[ He is not touching that obedient thing. ... He should offer to do it through, right? Maybe she was implying that - yeah, as a mother, she should be implying that, right? ]

[She does end up seeing the movies and such. This would be a great moment to make a joke about him maybe not wanting to share her for the evening but it comes to her a little too late, and the movies go on top of the drawer. Suitcases go in the closet, laptop goes on the desk ... She's mostly put everything to where it needs to be, and he really can't spend the whole time being nervous out of his head and knowing Yamato that's a fair possibility.]

Frankly, if I didn't have my heart set on dancing a little tonight, I'd say we could stay in completely.

[But, sorry Yamato, she's getting at least that much out of him, it's her one serious request.]

But! Sorry, first things first!

[A kiss, at least, because she'd been too busy lately. At least she's gentle.]

[ It's Yamato, he really could be nervous and leaking out scent the whole time. At least she didn't call him on it and at least it doesn't smell too packed up yet. Still- ]

I haven't danced since -- well, a while? [ Errr- ] Homecoming, that!

[ Yamato that was only a few months ago. It felt like a small lifetime, though. Not to mention he'd gone dateless with Fred. They had managed to get one or another dance - he got a pity dance from Bells (Isabella) which is how he got it in his head to ask her out and get rejected, among others.

Still, it's a good thing the kiss shuts him up. More by reflex than anything he meets her lips with his own and gently puts his arms around her ]

So you're incredibly overdue.

[She gets that out somewhere or the other, has to, because that reflex means that she eases into it just as simply, though she wasn't entirely sure when she'd been tense in the first place. Despite her sense of control her scent leaks out a little too steadily, a little more concentrated than she means to allow.]

... I missed you.

[But then she goes right back to it, gently biting at his lower lip, and pressing her chest up into his. This was really supposed to be a quick, harmless little kiss, but she's not exactly known for restraint.]

[ Incredibly overdue... ] It's... been a while. Since you got back from that funeral?

[ She did hold true to her word from that skype call, he did get to have a lot of fun with her that day. But it was really the last time then, so it's been a bit more than a week all things considered. She might hold to her ritual with Masaomi without fail, but not as much for him. He doesn't resent it though, not really. He should have enforced that more.

...

When did he think like that?

God this scent though, he inhales it, and it just makes his own swim around more, though it's still a shadow of her own for now, his normal one isn't near as strong as her own, even if it overpowered a lot of other people ]

Mmhm. Sorry about that.

[She really was! But the whole thing had been so - Well, chaotic is probably a good word for it, and in truth she needed the time with Masaomi. But that didn't mean she couldn't miss what might have been possible, otherwise! He is right, though, he should absolutely enforce whatever the hell he pleases. Mostly because it would be fun.]

But we can make up for it, before and after the trip. [Because while that whole block of time would be unquestioningly centered around her mate, she could still fit Yamato in everywhere else. Hopefully, anyway.

Right now it's enough of a miracle that she's keeping herself pretty well rounded, here. She does want him, there was no hiding that, but if she gets too out of hand there is a risk of overpowering Yamato and she doesn't want that to happen. Which means that she can't quite rut up against him the way her instincts are screaming for, it just has to stay at easy, familiar kissing!]

[ Before and after the trip... He. He inhales sharply, shaking his head. She's sorry? He shouldn't - she doesn't need to apologize. He-

...

What was he doing now? ] Nariko...

[ Honestly, between Junko and Audrey, he's had a lot of practice in the last several days, and he was building up to this, right? His own scent was leaking out and her own was leaking out as well. They both were getting horny, so in that respect, it was stupid for them to continue to be like this. But could he have the same effect on her that he had on Junko? Junko certainly seemed to think he could claim her. But some combination of seeing either the tattoo of his father's name or the earring Veronica gave her (if either are visible/on her, otherwise where one or the other would be) he was fearful but...

He wanted to do this. No, he had resolved to do this. He inhales deep, and he closes his eyes, and as he leans his forehead against her, he thinks about how much he wanted to claim her then, how much he needed to dominate her-

And not only does the volume of his scent increase, but the nature too. His scent instantly fills the room, spreading to every corner of it. It's got that strong primal edge to it, it's the scent of an alpha who is demanding obedience. And catching her off guard in this moment, he does overpower her own, at least for this split second. ]

[Nariko has always found the discussion of choice vs. instinct interesting because of cases like this one: she'd overpowered Yamato pretty easily before because she already knew he wasn't capable of guiding things himself. You could say that an Alpha's entire set of instincts might be wrapped up in domination, but Nariko couldn't subscribe to that entirely. Some people needed to be lead, you had to help them out, and that was along the lines of what she'd done at the time. As well as being obnoxiously horny, because at the end of the day she's always been a little difficult to reign in by force.

But Yamato doesn't any help now, he's just starting out, sure, but there's enough of a base there that the desire to take control of the situation doesn't even occur to her. Her scent does shift, though, from it's middling easiness to something a little more desperate, answering more than demanding.]

A-Ahh. [And, frankly, she's old and experienced enough to retain a lot of herself despite the force of his scent.] To think I was a little worried.

[Right now the effect he's having exists in her body language, in the fact that she goes from holding onto him to clinging. If it were Junko, the middle Kida would have probably dropped to her knees by now, but to create a large paradigm shift like this is still comparable, even if it's not so blatant.]

[ Alphas probably all had their own styles of how they handled it, perhaps the way her own Alpha genes worked were to coach. Masaomi's was to shepherd. And Yamato's... well, he was working out what his would be. But he knows right now, that he liked that tone in her voice, he liked the way she clung to him a little. He inhales, and he picks up some of her scent. He opens his eyes, and his own horniness reinforces it. He pushes out even more of the scent, and he --

He wanted to - ]

G-get naked.

[ He wanted to see if he could do it! If he could command her! ]

[That's a pretty easy theory to test since he says it and, well, she just goes ahead and does it. There's a little pout that comes along with having to put a little bit of space between them but she lifts up her top and unclips her bra in nearly the same motion, and her skirt is incredibly quick to follow! She's pretty much naked in less than twenty seconds, excluding technicalities like her high heels, or her ring, which are about all she's wearing - piercings aside.

She tilts her head a little because there has to be another order, right? She knows it.

Order away, Yamato.]

[ She actually did it.

He... he doesn't know if he expected her to resist or if he thought she might put up a fight or ... what. Maybe he just expected this to not work on her in the first place. But did he get her into the same state of mind that Junko had gotten into ~~and hopefully Audrey too idek there~~ ? He he really...

He needs to test it. More. He needs to do more. He stands there, getting a boner in his pants as he looks at her naked before him, and he - he - ]

Squeeze your tits. I- milk them a little, for me.

[She really can't help looking down at what he's got going on there, and it makes her mouth water, she licks her lips subconsciously and there's a clear strain of need in the air, she doesn't really try to hide it, and even if one were somehow oblivious to general biochemistry it'd be readable in her eyes all the same. But he did give her an order, and even if it doesn't present in the same way, she is more than a little influenced by him, the desire to offer loyalty and obedience without being pulled this way or that.

So she holds her own tits and squeezes, massages them in her fingers, because no one was going to know how to milk them better than herself! It's a good thing she had dosed up on those pills so that when the flow begins it's a lot stronger and immediate, slipping all over and getting caught in her fingers.

And it doesn't hurt that this only turns her on more, and she can't help thinking about having them sucked until the pressure she's now helping to create is relieved.] Yamato ...

[There's the first call of his name, inherently desperate but abiding. She's not putting it past him to just sit and watch because, well. He's definitely his father's son.]

[ . . . God she -

She was doing it, and she smelled so needy, and she sounded so desperate, she wanted to just... he could believe it now, or at least was starting to. He believed that she might just be willing to do all sorts of things that he wants. He is pretty sure that she's going to obey him. But could he - had he claimed her? Probably not, right? There's no way it was just that easy. But as he sees the milk coming out from her tits, he licks his lips ]

You're still on them... [ He breathes that out with some awe and some sentimentality. But all the same, how obedient was she? How much could he milk this? As his confidence builds, his scent continues to dominate the room, battling with her own every step of the way. Not to make her own go away, but to try to drown everything as she usually does herself. And more importantly-

That primal note comes back into it, and into his eyes ]

Wiggle you ass for me too, Nariko. And---and. And bark.

[ Junko barked before right? So. Logic ]

[For as immediately positive a start this is, no, it was going to take something more to lay any meaningful claim to her. She wasn't going to be as simple as Junko or Audrey, neither of which required much effort to begin with despite the fact that Audrey was the more experienced one of the two girls. But - well, she hadn't been on them per say, just had the sense to think it couldn't hurt to slam her body with a high dose. Would that increase her fertility or do something strange to her? Maybe! But it felt entirely worth it right now.

Also, come on, she sang a song about asking for Masaomi's dick so barking is kind of about the same thing and she does it almost immediately! ... It's a lot stronger and more confident than Junko, and she kind of abuses his order, she does wiggle! But it's a good opportunity to lean forward, arch her back and -

She doesn't kiss him, instead it's one short, decisive sort of lick to his bottom lip ... And then she barks again.

Logic.]

[ ... Fuck.

It's the contact with this skin that gets him. The wiggle excites him the bark makes his eyes shine, but it's the contact with his skin that assures the boy that, yes, even if she wasn't necessarily as far gone as the younger women had been, she was at least eager for him. The boy grunts, and he - His arms shoot out to wrap around her, one of them going around her back to arch her close, and the other one going to one of her tits to give it a firm squeeze.

... Nariko, was it really a good idea to overdose on it there's a lot of warning there about what it might do to you.

Still, Yamato grunts and ]

Nariko - it's been too long.

[ She barked for him, she barked. -- he groans and tries to walk her, still pushing on her tit towards-- the bed? Something? The wall. Yes, wall is closer, or the dresser or something ]

[There weren't warnings! Just advisories!! 'Might' be more susceptible to pregnancy, 'maybe' increased fertility, 'might instigate unusually long heat cycles, resulting in pregnancy'! Might could be a very big, important word! It could go one way or the other! Besides, it was all hormones, and it wouldn't kill her! So it'd work out fine!]

Way - Way too long. I don't want to [She has to follow where he's leading her and she doesn't really care where they end up, though it does seem to be the wall that she ends up meeting.] ... go without you.

[It's a realization that seems to creep up on her and it's - a weird high, one that might link too easily with his scent, and bring out a hint of that incredibly pure, concentrated version of her flavorless scent. It's only for an instant, and it's just that which motivates her to pull at his middle, try to almost trap herself between him and the wall.]

Don't make me be without you, okay?

[It's not an order, there's absolutely no hint of the Alpha instinct in her. It's the sort of honest question that might be better suited to two people who were actually in love with each other, but that's it's form of whatever questionable chemistry they have shouldn't lessen the effect. She wants him, and that's coming off of every nerve in her body.]

[ Don't make me be without you - and that spike. Yamato trembles all through his body, and with her pinned against the wall, with his cock thrust up into her crotch, albeit with fabric in the way in his case - it feels so hot, so warm. He knows right now she's cornered, pinned. And he ...

He... ]

I won't. [ But he wonders what she means there - and yet, he's also pretty sure that he knows. He grunts, and he makes to try to take off his belt. ] I'll - I. [ He needs to - ] I'll -- I'll make you. Mine.

Yeah.

[She should help with his clothes or say something comforting or do something other than pant. Hindsight will leave her unable to remember how this escalated so damn quickly. One second they're kissing and then suddenly it feels like she's going to die if he doesn't fuck her and the only reason she can maintain some amount of control is because he's touching her, and she can touch him back.]

Take me, fuck me however you want! I can't ... I need?

[Seriously, what's wrong with her? She should at least have the mind to know that this isn't entirely normal, but it's so much easier to push his shirt up and spread her legs, trying to brace against the wall at the same time.] Yamato.

[She'd understand if he wanted to indulge in foreplay but they might have accidentally skipped that step.]

I-- I'm gonna! [ She needs. she wants. Yeah? Yeah. Yamatio's mind is singing now, his blood boiling because he managed to force that out of his mouth and she didn't push him away, didn't say no. That note of primal scent in his body shoots out now like a torrent, and it seems to claw it's way deep into Nariko's body, demanding that she submit entirely. That she give everything to him. And more to the point, he inhales deeply and with his belt off the pants fall to floor.

He moves one hand down to his cock, and he positions himself -

Before he slides up into her. Slides? No, more like rams - he makes sure to give it a hard thrust, to go all the way in one go, as deep as he can, and he'll be repeating that, the other hand pushing her to the wall against her chest ]

I'm-- I'll make you mine, Nariko! F-fuck you right!

[His -- Could she even be -- It's not possible, right? Because of Masaomi. His name keeps ringing in her head, but it becomes depressingly far off with each passing second, and she's not sure if that's scary or weirdly exhilarating.] Yamato, I ca-

[Can't. She can't let anyone else try to claim her in any meaningful way, and the problem here is that all they're dancing around is meaningful. The kid guards aren't in play, and that ends up working to his advantage because she can't comprehend words when he's shoving his dick into her and somewhat inadvertently pushing air out of her chest, too.]

Fuck.

[... She's just pushing off the inevitable here. A certain degree of chemistry had it's own way of sneaking into situations. Knowing that makes her shudder almost violently, and he wouldn't be imagining it if he realized that she was a little wetter.]

[ He can finish that sentence for her though - she can't. ... He knows that, honestly, knows and is in denial about it. For however much Junko had reassured him, for however much he felt there was a connection here... the fact of the matter is that she's mated already, and what's more mated to his Alpha. This sort of challenge was dangerous and foolish, and he couldn't possibly pull it off in the end - he, Yamato.

But he, Yamato, had already resigned himself to trying. When she had told him that she wanted to belong to him, his heart had fluttered, when he bought the ring with Junko, he almost started to salivate from the possibilities. And that day, on Christmas - that was by far the horniest he had ever been. He'd started to call her and think of her as "Nariko" - the image of her as mother was further and further into the past for him, and even if this was a foolish sort of dream, he wanted and needed to see it through.

He seems to growl, and his scent redoubles, answering her and him in a way he can't find the words too. If she wants to reassure the boy, tell him he's being too fatalistic, she'll have to correct him herself. Unlike Masaomi or Koji, he can't bring himself to be pointlessly cocky, even as he begins the process of fucking her into the wall with powerful thrusts ]

[The entire problem is that it isn't foolish, it's not unobtainable. Frankly, this isn't enough to forcefully shift her biology in the way that the ring's appearance had done, but there's something to be said for taking steps there and this is one of them. It's the kind of thing that makes room, that reminds her that she's always loved Yamato more than she'd ever be capable of loving herself, that if there was anyone that could rightfully contend with Masaomi, it would be their son. It's far more real than he can begin to understand.

So there's no hope of 'reassuring' in that sense. If anything the way she responds to his scent, the fact that she all but crumbles and doesn't even think to stop him from treating her roughly or fucking her in such an animalistic way, is just more proof that it's an inevitability. She's going to be incredibly sore after this, and the tiny little thought in the back of her barely-there head is that she's probably not going to be able to dance later.]

H-Hey.

[Mostly she just has to hold onto him and make sure she doesn't accidentally slip one way or the other, but now she pulls at his face, barely pushing her moans and whimpers into something that might actually be a word. The way she pulls at his hair and his cheek is uncoordinated, maybe a little too rough, but she's lost any grip of this situation, she exists to be fucked by him in this moment and she knows that, accepts it in a way that is her own.

She just still wants a kiss, that's all.]

[ This had been enough for Junko though! ... Mostly? There was other circumstances there. But then, maybe that change of biology was something more demanding than just that. Either way, Yamato can't necessarily read her mind or even perfectly read her body, but he can feel that there's something her, a certain pulse here-

One hand is on her tit, squeezing milk out of it. The other braces on the wall. But- ]

He-y?

[ She's pulling his his hair, his cheek- what did she- did she want him to say something. Or now, towards her - ... Oh. Oh, he's got him here to kiss So he, after a short moment, makes to have their lips meet ]

[The worth of a prize was somewhat measured by the work required to obtain it, though a better way to say it might be 'you get what you work for', and Nariko had never been, and never would be the low maintenance type. Masaomi could heartily attest to that. But that he can parse it out to begin with is notable, even important. When he's in reach she immediately kisses him, it's desperate and she tries to move her hips a little harder, not that she needs the help. Her orgasm is an oncoming thing.]

Love you.

[To say it like that, not loving him as a mother or even as a packmate but just loving him, for all the insecurity, the shyness, the indecisive nature just as much as his sensitivity, intelligence, and attention is something else completely. It makes her kind of vulnerable to say it, really.

It's proof that she does want to be his even if she shouldn't. Whether Yamato would understand that, being as inevitably entrenched in pack life (and also a teenager whose never been in love) as he is happens to be another matter entirely. But it's there, all the same.]

[ The pack life doesn't preclude love, in a way, it encourages it, in various forms! Or something, he can't really argue the point right now and really the more damning thing for a lack of understanding there is the fact he's never been properly in love himself. He's not really sure he understands what love is, at least in the way people are on about the romantic connection. That and, of course... that she loved his father, he was mated for his his father. That seemed like a wall-

A wall he wanted to push up against.

Yamato can feel that there's something about that set of words, even if he can't connect what it would be. Still, as he works his hips in tandem with her hips . . . That'll be good, right- and... and he should respond with- something. He moans a little, and ]

Na-Nariko. I- love you? Too!

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Yamato what is with the barking is that the litmus test or something?!

It's something abnormal and embarrassing...! ... So yes tbh

He's so Masaomi's son that man should be incredibly proud

hahaha Masaomi is v proud honestly.

Good. this is clearly the result of A+ parenting on his part.

Hey you can't blame him for biochemistry gosh

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