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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[ Somehow it works for both of you.

He can't --

She loves both of them? She's mated with both of them? Did she think of him at all last night, even as they had their honeymoon. No wonder they had so much sex. She didn't have the earring in. That's an irrational thing to worry about, and he knows it, but he can see the ring on her finger right now. Should he have done that, should he have proposed to her back at the funeral--

No, he can't think back that far. He can't allow himself to fall down that rabbit hole. But even so, before he realizes it, he's gripping the shoulder which has his Alpha tattoo on it with a vice-like grip, the telltale sign he rarely uses of extreme stress and, indeed, fear.

Does he feel... ]

I can't not love you, Nariko. I said... before. You're the love of my life.

[ And he even wrote a book to codify that. ]

Then I got up, I thought about you. When I fell asleep, I thought about you. When I resolved to get people pregnant, I thought about you. I don't feel... any different. [ Other than being worried she does ]

[When I resolved to get people pregnant. She doesn't even have time to process that, the fact that she figured it might be something like that, and they were probably always stuck on the path to that whether she liked it or not, really. She just hadn't figured she would be part of it all. It's something that has to be packed away for later - when, she has no idea. But Nariko can't watch him react this way and be still.

So she reaches over to try and pry his hand off of his arm so that she can hold it in both of hers.]

Then it's okay, isn't it? I'm right here, Masaomi, and so are you.

[He has to let her put his hand over her chest, above where her tattoo rests. There's no way to see it with the sweater she's got on, but it's still there, and the arm that has his name is more than visible, too.]

I'm not going anywhere.

[ He had it planned out in his head, a series of earnest statements he'd make, some rules he would set out for himself and others. Some parameters were he would feel out how she felt. and he just bungled all of it because her news was that much more shocking.

She...

He's comforted by this, how could he not be. In the car, he leans over her, looking her in the eyes and resolving to remain there, locked in eye to eye with her. His hand grips her sweater, and the other reaches up to gently stroke her cheek.

She's right here, and so is he ]

You're my mate. Mine in every way.

[ But if he could... could he even say that if it was split between two? ]

I am.

[She leans into the hand at her cheek, and then graduates to leaning forward enough to kiss him. There's probably something to be said about how they rely on physicality to communicate their feelings. It's either succinct and passionate or sad. Right now it's the former, as far as she's personally concerned.] I am yours, completely, as I always have been and will be.

[And she is, just as surely as she kisses him again. It's not a lie, it isn't something that's being said to comfort him or his ego, it's just the truth. She wouldn't say it if it wasn't.]

[ That can't be entirely true... can it? Can you give everything to more than one person? ... Would believing otherwise fit into his ideals? He's not sure, but he knows that she's being genuine in how she's speaking now. He feels it running through his body. He inhales around them, taking in both her scent and the musky smell of what's no doubt Yamato's cum dried up all over her.

But he still kisses her, his own scent sliding out of the car. There's more to discuss though, and he knows it.

His, completely... ]

If you ... mated. Will you still be his mate?

[ It's drawing back from the kiss, but still lingering close to her. More a lull than a total break. ]

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[She hates that question, even for as necessary as it is.]

I can't deny him anymore than I can you, Masaomi. [To do so would be asking to tear her apart, but even as his scent filters out she can't help responding to it. That's just as physically impossible, but there's something desperate and frayed on her end, even as she answers him.] But I'm yours, too.

[There's a part of her that's afraid he'll leave, so she kisses him again.]

I know it doesn't make sense, I know that but I ... See?

[It's the exact wrong moment to be turned on so deeply, when she hasn't even washed the scent of another man off of her body, but that's what's happening. Masaomi has always been able to do that to her, so even if it's difficult to comprehend and even though it does go against what they've always known to be true, this is her proof. They're still one. She's not split in half with one piece going to him and the other to Yamato.]

[ No, it doesn't make sense at all. But at the same time, that scent of hers is something he could never ignore, he knows he's getting harder, his own scent coming out and marrying itself to her own. He finds the hand which had been over her chest was now groping her through her sweater before he could stop himself. He kisses her without missing a bat.

But... ]

Nariko... I need to fuck you, and you to suck my cock. And if we need to wash first, we should get home to do it.

[ But he, as he is right now, wouldn't mind doing it while they were filthy here ]

[It still feels good to be touched by him, it feels like being made complete, like knowing exactly what her purpose in life is. The only real difference between now and twenty-four hours ago is that she's somehow hungrier for it, for him, in a way that is certainly desperate, but less hurried than their earlier days. It's a weird mix, and it's ironic to her that the only apparent difference she can see in having two mates is that it makes her want Masaomi more.

Even if she also kind of wants to smack him.]

Ah - yeah.

[She'd be fine with doing it in the car right about now but Emily's got a compact little thing with something that can only just barely be called a back seat. There's no way they could move comfortably, so going home is really more a matter of not accidentally pulling a muscle.

Thankfully their neighborhood is really quite centrally located, it takes maybe ten minutes, but in that small period her scent doubles, and it's taking an awful lot of effort to keep from outright panting. She's probably never been so happy to see their front door.]

[ What, he was just being honest! He didn't care if he smelled or she smelled, he had to have her. He had to fuck the shit out of her. It's a strong need he feels, as if he wanted to prove himself to her all over again. He had more to talk about with her, of course. The details of her being double mated. The details of what he meant abut pregnancy. All sorts of other things like that.

But they'r on hold, his own scent surging as it meets her own, his eyes becoming wider as they go. He backs off from her to let her drive home, but by the time they make it to the house he's got a hand on her thigh, his hands digging in a little and himself eager.

And when they get out of the car, he smacks her as, all but leaping over the car to get them in towards the door. ]

[They had a fuckton to discuss, but she kicks the front door closed and doesn't care about anything but Masaomi.

It's barely five-thirty or something along those lines, no one sane is going to be awake, so they aren't going to be interrupted. This is one of the few times that she doesn't really want an audience, though that wouldn't stop her any, it's just not for anyone else, that's all.

Her fingers curl into his suit, pulling him into a kiss in the same instant that she pulls them both back towards their room. The trouble is, of course, that there's flights of stairs to get through before their room - they're probably not going to make it that far, not when she's already trying to get his pants off.]

[ It should not be assumed that Masaomi has any more control or any more plans to allow them to wait. It's the early morning and if anything, his head is starting to clear up. He got about five hours of sleep, a little more or less. For him that's enough to function for the day, or at least it is for the most part. The Tequila's processing through his system and even if he has a headache, he was still..

Still he was horny. And her own horniness was just making it worse for him, kissing her and running his hands over her chest, over her clothing. He tries to remember how to get it off, and then just mutters something which might be "fuck it" into her lips, opening his mouth in the same moment he makes to rip her top in half or off her, to free up the girls.

If she liked that one he'll apologize later. ]

[She actually does like that sweater, it's one of her favorites, but she can't bring herself to care about it in the moment, but she does actually pull away enough to get rid of the shreds and the t-shirt that had been underneath it. She doesn't really care if he rips everything she owns but at the end of the day Nariko's so used to getting her clothes off that it's almost faster to just let her do it on her own.

But once it's done she goes for his lips again, biting and slipping her tongue into his mouth - he really had way too much, but that'll fade the more into this they get, so it's fine. Everything is fine and when she gets his pants open she actually groans, immediately getting her hand between them so she could pump his dick in her palm.

Nariko stumbles a little when they back into the stairs, but at least it gets her to stop moving backwards for a few seconds.]

[ His cock's already fairly hard, and with her own attention, while she's palming his dick, it gets that much bigger and harder, makes his chest pump up that much more. His heart rate increases. Also, come on! It feels slower to let her take off her clothes because then he's not doing it. Even if he knows that she's going to just take off the rest anyway. He'll perhaps feel bad in a moment but nothing matters as much as this and kissing her, touching her.

He unhooks her bra as his tongue curls around her, swerving within her mouth and batting off her own. And with them against the stairs...

They need to go up the stairs, don't they? But that's hard? And he would need to stop touching her, not squeeze her chest. ... It seemed less swollen than afternoon last. She must've let out a lot of milk, from those pills. Maybe it would resurge though? Who knows, though, he'll just be tugging her closer by her nipples now ]

[Going up stairs is incredibly hard, and her legs don't remember how to work backward instead of forward, not when she's busy whimpering a little. The pills haven't completely worn off but they're probably not going to work as quickly this time around, not when they have to be taken on time to have their effect. That doesn't mean they aren't sensitive to the point of aching.]

Masaomi -

[Just fuck her already, but she can't even get that much out. And why is she still wearing pants? She is, and they're just as stupid as the goddamn stairs. She has to let go of him to do something about her jeans, but once the zipper is halfway down she gives up on them so they fall kind of awkwardly on her hips.]

You're such a bitch. I love you so much.

[ Were these things contradictory?

To someone else, arguably to anyone else, it might be. It might seem absurd or even abusive. But for better or worse, that their relationship was built upon was a powerful physical coupling. It was what this began with all those many years - almost twenty years - ago. They were in sync physically, impossibly perfect in their connection and need for each other. And so with his suit more or less on other than the pants which rest awkwardly around his shins and with her pants not even all the way down own her hips, he pulls her pants down more, he spreads his legs as much as he can, and makes to bodily lift her up and jam his cock into her that way, fully supporting her own weight through some herculean desire to speed up them being connected that much more.

Perhaps he'll stumble and fall or get them against a wall or the stairs, but right now he just needs to ram it into her ]

[Those things were utterly contradictory, but that pretty much summed up the both of them. They're polar opposites in too many ways. They are two people that probably shouldn't even be together, and yet they have been for so long, that something that shouldn't make sense sounds justifiably perfect to her. Nariko kicks off her jeans, leaves herself in one ballet flat so that it's easier to open her thighs and brace on his shoulders as he's suddenly jamming right into her cunt without any warning or preamble.

And it's good. Fuck is it so damn good and completing to just be so ruthless and almost cruel about it. She wants to say that she loves him back because she does. She loves Masaomi more than she loves herself, but all Nariko can really get out is a helpless sort of moan and a wild buck of her hips, one arm is wrapped around him but the other is trying to press into the wall beside them as if it might help take some of her weight off of him.]

[ Wall. Wall would be good. Masaomi steps with her still in his arms and pushes her in towards the wall to get her up against it as they continue to fuck. If only because bracing himself and herself would allow him to move that much faster and that much harder. He moans as well, grinning to feel her... moving.

Amazing. This feels so -

It's so complete and... ]

You love my dick, you love my body and my mind and my heart but you'll never be able to live without this cock!

[ He babbles ]

[Is that true, though? Of all those things that he listed, is that the one thing that defines whether she can or cannot live without Masaomi? It's - Well, she knows the answer, and she knows what she has to say, too, which isn't a lie, either.]

Yes. [The wall is a lot easier, she can rest against that, and pull at his hair, at one hip. He babbles and there's no sense in trying to stop that, not that she really wants to, either. It's familiar and it's him, incredibly Masaomi in every sense of the term.] I love you [She really, truly does.] and I love your cock!

[Especially when he's going at her as if they haven't seen one another in weeks.]

[ In all honesty... he doesn't know. He's actually mildly terrified to know in some ways, but he's at least pretty certain, and lately he's been slowly growing more certain every day that this isn't the case. That she is the love of his life, he always knew that, but that he is also hers. That for whatever stumbling blocks they have, that while a large part of their relationship is physical, and this ritual of theirs reflects it...

It's not all that.

It never was.

But maybe the other part is stronger now ]

Of course you do! [ He's grinning now, looking quite the fool for a moment as he pulls back enough for her to see it, and then leans in to pull into a more ragged kiss as they continue to push at the wall ]

And I've never-- will never tire of this perfect body of yours! Made- made for me to fuck it, your cunt's sculpted for me and these tits feel so weighty against me! [ He would kiss the bulleyes if the angle allowed for it, so instead he goes to chomp on her ears ]

[It used to make her so happy to know that he was so enamored with her body. In a way it made sense to want to be validated, to need to be wanted that way above everything else. But the thing is that even if he won’t ever tire of her he … Sort of has. For her there’s no denying that. If he was still as hopelessly addicted to her as she was to him, emotionally, then he wouldn’t fuck other people. He wouldn’t want to have children with other people. She can accept her title as a bitch and allow that to sit beside real love.

But it’s contradictory to be made for him when he doesn’t want to be made for her. Maybe it’s just that after damn near twenty years everything doesn’t get to remain the exact same.

Who knows.

She doesn’t say anything in response to that, just nods, and whimpers when he bites her ear, it’s one sound to join all the others that are growing in volume the more he thrusts into her. Her scent doesn’t falter, if anything it continues to grow and mold into his, giving that desperate edge to their fucking.]

[ Nothing about them was the same though, and really the fact she had mated with another man made these proclamations all the more false. Not even as much from his end as just... in general.

But it's not like they were false, either. Not entirely.

He can't pick up on her mood, but a nod in the midst of it all, it's clear the act is played out, at least a little bit. He knows a failed bit when he sees it, and -- and while he would babble more, he doesn't have a strong edge now, it doesn't feel like the time for ridiculous plays, even if he loves those ridiculous plays. Are they gone now? Do they no longer have meaning? There's a lot of fears he seems to encounter almost daily these days and it's absurd.

But what he knows is simply, right, is that her scent didn't falter, his own doesn't either. And with a growl which might reflect some of his inner confusion but all of his need to make her his, he gives a particularly hard thrust into the wall and becomes even faster, more desperate. He claws at her sides and tugs at her nipples, he bites down at her neck, and he resolves to shoot her full of his seed ]

[Yeah, it's probably that. It's difficult to believe those plays when she just came from being with someone else, and when it wasn't just a one-off, harmless sort of thing. Maybe it'll all come back with time, maybe it's something about them that might have to change in some form or another. It's not even that she doesn't enjoy hearing it, so long as he's genuine, he didn't really need to stop. But he did, so -]

Masaomi - [It's hard for her to talk right now because good god the man has speed on his side and she's already edging towards an orgasm and it's been, what, five seconds?] Before - at Christmas - it's like you were going to take his head off -

[In that moment where Yamato had fully slipped into his Alpha instincts, where Masaomi's had gone wild with that fight or flight instinct, the fact that even now he always seemed to lean on the former.] That's still -- Is it?

[Does he still feel that way?]

I don't--- Know yet! Which... do you want?

[ Which is a bit of a lame deflection but... would she coddle this other mate of hers, would she defend him even if it meant she needed to fight him? But he answers her sincerely, still growling a little as he builds himself up to a quick orgasm of his own. Because she felt so good, and yes, perhaps the smells on her made him want to be that much more vicious, to make a territorial point. ]

[Good. He should be vicious, he should be angry and pissed and determined, he should be her goddamn Alpha.]

I want you to fight! [For her, mostly. Don't just roll over and rely on the basics the second someone actually meets his dare, that's not the person who got her the first time, seventeen years ago, and so it stands to reason that it won't exactly work now.] I want you to want me enough to figure it out!

[It's very rare that she pushes at him like this, Nariko's long buried her Alpha tendencies and it's true that even now she's not working against him, she's just a lot more heated, a lot more aggressive because, frankly, she doesn't know how else to communicate it to him. He can have the plays and the games when the stage itself isn't fucked up, when it doesn't feel like he'll just give up on them because it's not so simple anymore.]

I can't be without you - I don't want to be without you, so - Don't go anywhere! [She's a mess, but god she hopes he gets it. She hopes he kind of understands.]

[ ... What was he ever afraid for?

It's because Yamato was his son, because Yamato had been her legitimate mate, that she cherished and n doubt loved. No doubt said she couldn't live without and no doubt intended to have children with him. He was afraid that she would take offense to him fighting with the other boy -- no, the man. The other alpha. That if he struck out with all the threats of violence he might want to go with that it would forever shatter his relationship with her and with the other man.

But then, his relationship with Yamato has utterly changed anyway. There was no reason to fear, because Nariko... Nariko would accept anything in him, he's pretty sure. anything except weakness. And so he growls again and this time slams his arm down so hard next to her head that he actually makes a small dent in the wall. And he looks crazed now, his scent redoubling. And he's finding it now, winding himself up - towards the primal note ]

What's there to even figure out?! Huh?! There's some more details, but the basic one's simple, I've got to fuck you so hard you forget that other bastard's name, let alone his dick!

[ A new play, or sincere. He sure sounded sincere as he worked himself to his first orgasm ]

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So man when should Lana come in

Probably after they talk and settle a little bit so it might be later in the afternoon for them?

Yeah that makes sense to me, fucking, talking, nap, Lana.

Yep!!

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