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

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

[ Their pack's Christmas tended to be one which was full and chaotic, despite the fact that there were increasingly less children in the house as Yamato and Junko (and yes, Koji too) all grew to maturity. In some ways, this was actually more "kids" than had been in the house for it than in a long time, what with their new additions.

Still: Masaomi, Nariko, Ada, Sullivan, Emily, Octavio, Tom, Yamato, Junko, Koji, Veronica, and Audrey - Twelve people with at least one gift for everyone else, often times more in the case of those who were more generous or had deeper pockets or more to impress others with. The sheer number (even if it had grown over time) is probably what prompted them to set up a grate tree in one of the living room spaces which was probably meant to be a formal dining room and then lay out all the presents from everyone wrapped up under it andt hen sprawled out for a wide area around it all. There's chairs set up in a circle around the room to give everyone room to sit and the first one there (Which if, of course, Masaomi) brought bags for the wrapping paper to go into a recycle.

Also Masaomi has on a santa hat and a fake beard. Both of which Ada picked out years ago, and he wears mostly out of tradition. It's similarly out of tradition that he got up at the ass crack of dawn to sit in the room and eat some rice before anyone else got up, wait for them all to filter on in here usually starting with Ada or Sullivan or in recent years his eldest son so people can start to make breakfast and be ready. But either way, breakfast and present opening in the morning! A white elephant gift exchange game in the afternoon! A big dinner in the evening!

Christmas is a time of togetherness, where there has to be some structure, but there's a lot which can happen beyond all that and often did. Movies watched, songs sung, and even if this year of different and strange for a variety of reasons... well. It was still their day, and everyone would enjoy it. ]

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[She does belong to him, completely and entirely. She wouldn't be so emotional if she wasn't his, if she didn't value what he gave her so many times over that it could be dizzying. There's barely any strength in her arms but she tries to brace against the glass, moaning faintly.]

That may be the case. [And yet.] But I just can't imagine loving anyone more than you. Or their dick.

[Maybe it's a benefit of her age that, honestly, there's a lot more to it than just a really good cock and an overflow of biological imperative. It's easy to manufacture physical responses and reactions, but it was incredibly difficult to love someone, and to feel loved by someone else outside of all that.]

And I'm not saying that just because you're still in me. [Although that within itself is incredibly pleasant.]

Yeah.

[ He doesn't doubt it. Who was his father and his Alpha again?

But he breathes that out, holding her tight but not willing to take a step back or anything. He just is here, embracing her. His dick still in her. And really, she turned that into something so sentimental and emotional he didn't know hoe to continue the quipping and teasing. He was a little bit tempted to ... but. Oh well, he knows they need to wash up some more before dinner. ]

Don't - crush his ego. Too much. If he gets it from me, he'll - be sensitive.

It's guaranteed since you got it from me.

[They really might end up with an incredibly sensitive child who, like, might go on to become the next Van Gogh but before that they'd cry over everything and might not do too well in groups. Which was fine, as far as Nariko was concerned but it's not a good idea for Yamato to ignore the cards.]

But it's okay.

[People are allowed to be sensitive! And they really should genuinely clean up but that would mean being separated and ... Augh, at that.]

I... I hope so.

[ He's just remembering how pent up he got there earlier in this last year, how some rejections made him feel like shit and the end of the world. It's a very shallow concern, but it's one he still holds in his heart. No matter what his son might be like, what would...

Well.

Maybe Nariko was being too gentle, too emotional. Or he was. He didn't know which. He shakes his head and doesn't move, because he likes resting in her like this ]

[Who knows, but her stomach is more than happy to break the stalemate with an incredibly loud, weird rumbling noise that catches her attention immediately.] Uh. [That wasn't cute in the least and now she doesn't know what to say.]

.... Maybe we should get ready before my stomach swallows us both?

[THIS IS EMBARRASSING but she tries to avoid letting it show.]

... Guess the cum wasn't enough.

[ Maybe he can make it better with a joke?

Err... ]

Wash my hair?

[ He should have phrased that as a command, but it does give her something to do, hopefully will make her less embarrassed too. But he pulls out of her finally, regretfully, and takes a step back from her, thus no longer supporting her ]

[She manages to not fall flat on her ass, which is amazing within itself.]

Of course! [If nothing else the command/request certainly diverts her attention! Nariko is more than happy to get a hold of the shampoo and motion for him to lean down enough that she can comfortable start to lather him up! It's these little gestures that she loves so there's a lot joy that comes with it, and will probably take up all the time before they have to run off too dinner.

She moves right on to washing his body, though, it's not at all sexual but she doesn't think he wouldn't want an excited woman taking care of him.]

[ He does. Honestly, a part of him feels like he should offer to wash her back... but then another part of her doesn't want to break his feel of dominance, because it feels really good. So in the end he decides to be silent, smiling goofily as he bends his head a little to allow her to reach to watching his hair.

It will probably take up all the time until dinner, particularly given he's meant to get in the suit first and then head down before her ]

[It's alright to let that whole dominance/submission layer fall off to the side, in order to just be normal people every once in a while! But Yamato is young and he's probably all sorts of hopped up on the rush, which is fine - she was too, once upon a time. None of those silly dynamics keep her from going about the whole thing, smiling and occasionally humming, and she probably did something stupid like draw a soap heart on his chest or whatever.

He got his dorkiness from her, too.

When she's done with him she watches up quickly, too, and then insists he get into his suit and head on down. It's easy to give directions to the restaurant! It's actually at the very top of the hotel, something of a VIP secret. There's an absolutely gorgeous view of their city, it's a high class place with live music, and they weren't the only couple that had shown up for New Years Eve, the place is full, but she made sure he knew that they had a reservation.

As such the next time Yamato sees her she'll be in a silk, deep blue gown, it's strapless and clings to her form, pushes up her tits like no other so there's a generous swell that might edge along the line of being publicly decent. She's pulled her hair up with just a few curled strands to help frame her face and the matching diamonds earrings and matching necklace set - her cuff, the one meant to match Masaomi's, is nowhere to be seen. In fact, neither are her tattoos! The one on her arm has disappeared and though the gown pushes her breasts together so neatly that it would be impossible to see it anyway, the bulls-eye is gone, too.

When she's lead over to him she smiles brightly and just says,]

It's beautiful, right?

[She means the view, the city might as well be on fire for New Years, after all.]

[ How did she make the tattoos vanish that fast? They were there in the shower, right? And her matching cuff with Masaomi may or may not have been too? It's a thought he has about third on his list of thoughts as he comes down.

But honestly, he's glad she did. Before she arrived, as he was in his suit sitting here for the night saying that his date would be arriving after him, he had felt like he was pretending, like he really was just a teenager with no idea about anything. He felt powerless, in a way he didn't feel as he was domming Nariko or getting hearts drawn on him in the shower. His suit was nothing special, just the best one he happened to own, leftover from a dance his intended date rejected him for, and he ended up going with FRed with both of them being single and being dumb. It feels like a joke in this opulent VIP room. It's not to say he doesn't appreciate it or the view... it would be impossible not to.

But he still feels like he doesn't belong, even as he fiddles with his own accessories, whatever old gifts she might have given him which actually fit the mood here.

But when she shows, he stands and tries to pretend he can be controlled and pull out her chair for her. But he also stands and, ]

It is. [ He can do this - ] About half as beautiful as you.

Oh, come on, you can't get me all flustered within the first five minutes.

[But that really was a smooth line and it makes her smile widely before she leans in to kiss him, one arm resting around him even though they'll be sitting down soon. Maybe it would be far more polite for them to just have a quick peck and then leave it at that but she kind of draws it out, but she doesn't make it about herself, doesn't take any control for him. He's free to treat it as he pleases.]

It's bad enough that I missed you within fifteen minutes. I usually like being left alone if it means I get to help myself look pretty, but I spent the whole time thinking of you.

[It sounds dramatic, but it's the truth.]

Hey, I've been waiting here the whole time for you too.

[ And feeling awkward and out of place. Still, with her doing that, he wraps his arms around her, gently putting his arms there and rocking slightly. It would be more polite to just peck and sit but...

Well, he didn't mind showing off a little too, he could indulge just a moment, even if he does then back off so she can sit across from him ]

Like... thinking of you. I mean.

[She tries to sneak in a little kiss before they separate for good. She really doesn't want to be on the other end, but they should probably try to be a little normal, it'll make being shamelessly in love that much more fun.]

Good, I'd have hated to be the only one!

[Sitting, she fidgets a little.]

Alright, so I thought I'd have decided by the time I got here, but I couldn't. Do you want the surprise before dinner or after?

H-hey, don't worry, of course you weren't!

[ He laughs at this, more than a little bit flustered. Of course he was going to be waiting for her. Of course he was going to want her around. And he sits opposite her because...

Because that's proper, right? Is anyone else in here scooted up next to each other while at a little round table? Maybe he should look around for them. Or they can scoot the chair closer and- ... Oh, wait, she's saying something (and yes, he did appreciate the kiss) ]

I... [ He was about to say whatever you want. But that wouldn't due! He was supposed to be all big man dom or something, right? So he looks her over and ] b-believe it would be better before, lest we- ... distract each other?

That's pretty much guaranteed.

[So he's got a good point, but she's going to end up delaying it anyway. She reaches over to take his hand in hers, threading their fingers together. Anyone paying even the slightest amount of attention would notice how nervous he was, but she can't exactly point it out, either, that'd probably be even worse. So hopefully it'll help if he just remembers to focus on her, not anything else.

That, and she's never going to not fret over him.]

After all, it'd be a waste of a view if you didn't enjoy it while I sucked you off, right? [That's probably not helping his nerves at all.]

[ Probably not, but at the same time... he had to try to not release his scent at that. Releasing his scent in a fancy VIP room like this would be a disaster. But all the same, when she says that, he does find some of it leaking it - it lingers in the air, and then he swallows, pushing it back down as best he can. He closes his eyes briefly, squeezing her hand... but then he smiles.

No, he can do it. After all, he'd not been totally idle while she was out, right? She might notice there's a pen sitting on the table, and he - ]

Y-yeah, probably. [ He'll always be a little nervous ] It'd be a shame.

[A 'little' is okay, 'to an unmanageable point' is something else.]

Don't hold back too much. [Of his scent, in part because it isn't good for him, but also because she's not nearly so concerned with what would happen to the people in this room. The person in front of her is her life, after all. Everyone else can fuck off.]

Exactly.

[With her free hand she finds the well hidden pocket of her dress and pulls out a velvet box. It was too bug to be a ring, all soft black.] So before we get to that - I know it's really stupid and emotional, but. I didn't think it made a lot of sense for me to have this [The hand that's joined with Yamato's is the one with the ring, so she lifts it a bit.] without giving you something that matched, so.

[So she hands it over. It's her turn to be the visibly nervous one.]

It's way too early in the dinner ... for that. [ Probably. He shakes his head and tries to clear his mind, giving another little nervous laugh. Here they were, and she looked like a million bucks here in the VIP room. He ... didn't. But he knew that she wanted him, he knew that he had her in more ways than one. They loved each other, and they had just proven that over and over before they came down. The young man tries to focus on that, and breaking their held hands, he scoots the box closer to him with both.

... Ah. ]

I... well, that might make sense, wouldn't it?

[ His girlfriend... was he being a cop out with that? No, not really. But steeling himself of his nerves, he opens the box ]

Yes, sir. [Fine, fine, they won't turn all of these people into slobbering messes, at least not yet.

But, anyway! Inside the decently sized box is a thin bangle the same rose gold color of Nariko's ring. The design and markings are incredibly similar as well, and it was thin enough to remain out of the way, but well crafted all the same. It would fit Yamato well enough, tight enough that it wouldn't move around too much, but it wasn't obnoxiously loose either. It'd felt perfect when she picked it out but when he opens and looks at it ...]

It's alright if you don't want to wear it! I know it's ... Probably not something guys are into wearing but I did want to give you something and a ring kind of seemed like too much at the time. [But now they're mated so it would have been perfect, in its own way, but she figured the connotations behind a ring might not sit well either.]

I just - It really was a silly thought. [He definitely gets his nervous yammering from her.]

[ It's probably not something guys are into... ]

You know that. Was sarcastic. But it's -- y'know, hot.

[ He saying "sir" that is. He leaves that in the air, his scent wafting out a little again before he reaches down into the case and gingerly pulls out the bangle. Was this at Tiffany's? Did Tiffany sell it to her? He still needed to ask Tiffany out. But that was beside the point, a part of his mind lingers for a long moment about if he should question the price of it, particularly given that she was apparently considering both this dinner and this hotel room and this night part of repaying him for the ring, and she didn't consider it adequate.

It was, though.

The sentiment was really warm. Not trusting himself to convey that with words just yet, he inhales deeply and fiddles with the bangle to put it on his right wrist, fitting it and then spinning it on there.

Something to match? A ring seemed like too much at the time... ]

My fingers swell a lot sometimes anyway. [ There. ] But no, it's perfect - we even match.

[ And he holds his wrist up towards her hand, smiling ]

[She'll keep that in mind for later but right now she's obnoxiously relieved that he likes it, that she didn't fuck up something that meant so much to her. When he holds his wrist up she spreads out her fingers - even the roman numerals are exactly the same.] I'm glad.

[She held his right hand, focused her eyes on the amber bangle that he wore so easily, so proudly.] Y'know, in a lot of ways I think that being with different people is pretty helpful, but I'll admit to having doubted it before. I just, [Her head tilts.] but I still want something that's kind of like proof. Something that, when things are difficult or I get too into my head, I can look at it and know that I belong to someone.

[Wait, that sounded bad.] Not that I don't know it all the time! I guess it's a little difficult to explain correctly. [Oh well! No use in fretting about it.] I always want that security, which is really stupid because nothing about life is secure. It's big and scary, nothing ever happens the way you want it too, if there's even one thing that can make you feel like you belong, like everything is okay, then I think that's worth holding onto, Yamato.

[Now she looks up at him, and dares to smile a little.] And you gave that to me.

[And that's why something like a room and a fancy hotel and such wouldn't be enough.]

[ Yamato listens intently to her, planning to smile at her, to say something cool back to her. ... But it doesn't come. No, it doesn't come very easily, because he finds a thought slamming wholesale into the back of his head in a way he can't really control: What about my father? For a long moment, that thought lingers within his mind, but when he sees her smile, he relaxes.

He didn't even hear the tail end of that, so caught up in his own head was he... but then, he and his mother are probably similar in that respect. He spreads his fingers too, and then shifts his hand to lace their fingers tother, holding them up in the air over the table between them ]

I love you, Nariko. [ ... ] I... I think we'll be together into the future. I don't know what that'll be like, but I know that I'm glad you've given me the chance to see what true love's actually like. And so I'm proud to wear this, because it'll remind me every day that you're out there, thinking of me. That you belong to me.

[She can't pretend to know what their future will look like, but they will have one. It'll be awkward, certainly, and it would take a lot of working out, probably some stumbling, but she can't find it in her to be afraid of it. As long as it means that she doesn't live without Yamato again, as long as they never go back to being just son and daughter, it'll be worth any suffering.

And that includes his father, in various forms.]

I love you, too. [For a guy who'd been trying to sound cool he sure as shit pulled it off and left her wordless, unable to form the emotions in her head into something that could be shoved into stupid words.] And I know we're supposed to be having a nice, normal dinner like a good couple but now I really want to have sex again!

[The struggle.]

[ He could... he could tease her now? Yes, he could do that, so why not do that? Yamato keeps his eyes locked with her and keeps their hand locked together and he leans forward a little. He tries to keep his cool as he responds, somewhat cheekily, with - ]

If we do, I'm not going to allow you to cum.

[ That said, he did betray his own excitement with his scent. Honestly, he did sort of want to have a nice, refined sort of dinner, but ... this was his first real night with the woman he loved. Someone who he would never go back to being mother and son with, who he would always see as a beautiful woman in his life. It's like he was reborn, and he wants to experience everything.

So basically, of course he wants to fuck some more. But he also wants to sip... not. Real wine of course and looks out the window together. ]

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Then I'll have to keep doing my best until you let me.

[And that doesn't seem like a bad arrangement to her! they might as well make their very first date as eventful as possible, really break in their new titles and designations with each other. ... And why can't he have real wine? He's an adult! And it's New Years, so he's free to live it up as much as he wants!

She brings their joined hands a little closer so that she can kiss the back of his.]

We'll make it an interesting night.

[And an interesting life to follow along, marked by the New Year.]

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