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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And--! And if I know anything about his body of yours! [ His scent swells to match her own, his tongue hanging out a little as he punctuates his sentences with particularly hard thrusts. He's begun to put on a show now, mostly ... a show just for her. Something to push back from that little concession he gave her, because he does find pleasure in their connection and he wants to make it go even harder, even longer. He doesn't put more pressure on her neck yet, but he does keep his hands there, grinning madly at her ]

I'd say I've actually been too soft on it for a while!

[ And now, he licks his lips, pulls his hands back and - gives her a slap on the face. Not near as hard as he could, but he recalls her once saying, perhaps a little drunk, that might be something to give her more adrenaline if nothing else ]

So come on, let's try to break you this year!

[If being a little mean makes up for the concession then he's more than welcome to fuck her like a street ally whore, she'd welcome it on every single level. Because even after so long she loves that look he's got, the demanding nature, it's not the sort of thing that should make her want to spread her legs and show every possible form of obedience there is, but that's just how it goes, how she was wired long before she and Masaomi ran into each other.

So hitting her, especially without any real force or genuine anger? It does feel good. Sure, she still makes a little sound that could be interpreted as pained to someone else but her expression doesn't match it - there's a hazy lust to her eyes, and she flushes and suddenly, almost awkwardly tries to shift onto his cock. She's only gonna get wetter.]

That's a - a good goal!

Glad! [ Hard thrust ] You-- [ Thrust ] Agree! [ Hard thrust. And he smacks the other cheek now before bringing that hand down her arms to grab hold of her wrist and pull it in towards his lips. It's really his fetish to have his fingers sucked, but that's not his goal right now. His goal is one little offending item on her person, something he can show a great deal - almost a risky deal - of dominance through.

Namely, it's the hand with Yamato's ring on it, and he pulls it up towards his mouth so as to bite her finger and try to scrape the ring off. He intends to pull it off with his teeth and then inoffensively but with great prejudice spit it onto the bed next to them.

All the while looking wild, spirited ]

[Every moan grows louder and louder, like an answer to his three punctuated words. When he slaps her again she actually moans this time, and almost doesn't mind the fact that he's pulling on her hands for some reason. She really doesn't care about anything so long as he keeps fucking her, except - well she thought that was the except he's - he's not really going to --

Apparently he is. Her ring slips off of her finger and for just a second there it feels wrong. It feels like she's lost something, but there's also something else here to. Fuck.

.... She hears it bounce on the carpet, so it can be found later. Ultimately her reaction is mostly a doe-eye confusion that settles back into arousal once it's done. That he gets away with doing this is no small matter, it's as much proof he can have of her not remembering a certain someone's name, short of getting into her head.]

[ That look in her eyes was something special, it really conveyed the level of connection they feel, how utterly taken with him and his scent he is. How much he was dominating this moment and her. and taking in their wild, violent scents, he growls and shoots his hands back up in front of him, going first to her abdomen and then up to her tits, squeezing them then pushing the great expanded mounds down. He slides his legs a little, and in so doing shifts his position inside of her ever so slightly.

He pounds her, planning to drill his long dick as far in her as he can and as fast as he can, overwhelming her with stimulation, getting her screaming, clawing. Making her make oaths and half-finished promises which can only barely make sense to human ears. And he will do just that, his own expression clarifying the point ]

[Is it just a play? Just something he's doing for the moment? She worries about it for a fraction of a second, which is already more than she should have wasted on thinking of anything but his cock and the fact that she belongs to him. She's his to fuck and toy with, that she ever thought about telling him no was beyond her now. That would just be ... It's impossible.

His goals are much more reasonable, though! When he's burying himself so thoroughly inside of her cunt that she's not entirely sure where either of them begins or ends, then it's only a matter of seconds before she's pulling at their expensive sheets. It's mostly to keep herself in place because otherwise she'd buck in place, be difficult to manage not on purpose but because there's just too much pleasure in her body, it's the sobbing, hysterical kind, after all, and she's never built up a tolerance for it.

If nothing else they'll wake up the whole house and everyone's going to be reminded of where they both actually belong.]

[ As if all of this could be a play. Masaomi might have his plays and some of them might even have gone into the last few rounds... but right now he's wholly serious, focused on breaking her in various ways. There has to be more that he can so, but as he watches her squirm, he knows he's already doing a lot. And you know, why doesn't he do it like this more often?

He should.

And so he continues with this ferocity and this pace, with the big change being that he slides a hand up the side of her face to pull at her hair, yanking the head up to face him a bit more, so he can see her tear stained eyes and hear the shouts right in his ears, getting deafened by them ]

[Maybe it would have felt wrong considering some of the stuff that's gone on, namely the entire long, aggravating business with the funeral. But those are wounds that have pretty much healed and, frankly, she'd be perfectly fine with going back to being used like a personal fuck doll. If nothing else it makes her feel wanted for the right reasons, without complications or anything longstanding.

There's got to be some weird irony in being freed by near violent fucking.]

Masaomi! [His name comes out all wrong, she can't control the volume of each syllable, and the grip on her hair is enough to hurt, but it pairs oh so well with the fading throb of her cheek.] Cum - [She's either asking him to or asking for permission, either one is a fair shot, to be honest.]

[ There's other things to consider when they wake up and rejoin the real world, their kids and the pack, the fact he's been kind of a dick to and about her brother among them. But right now...

Well, right now he feels liberated too. The feeling isn't entirely dissimilar to last night, but it's somewhere and with someone more right for it, and in that respect he too feels vindicated, powerful, and more like who he was meant to be. Being concerned about his pack was necessary being a father was important, but he's gotten too far away from this being he was now over time.

So he was violently fucking her. And he would laugh at that, but there's no breath for it. Instead he grunts and- ] Cum-- [ Was he saying she could, or that he would? Well, he will soon, he's cycling a little faster now, his blood pumping ] Fill up!

[If it could be said that anything was missing, then maybe it was that. Being the sorts of people they were when they were together, just the two of them.

It's very likely she was trying to warn him because she doesn't want to be so far off the mark from him this time. It's a silly thing to need to cum with him, to feel entirely connected in that moment, but it's what she wants - almost needs to feel with her mate right now, it feels like another way of proving to him that nothing has actually changed. Because it hasn't. She can't function without Masaomi today anymore than she could after the first time they went at each other like rabid animals.]

I - [She loves him. She loves him so much, her mate and his cock, and how she's complete with him. But that's all incredibly difficult to tell him in the very last few seconds of her self control - screaming is a lot easier, she doesn't attempt to lower her volume. Nariko visibly tries to refrain until the very last possible second, which means that she cums with an absolute, over-pleasured sob. She's not going to be done for a good few minutes.]

[ There is a part of him, even now, which would feel some sense of proprietary machismo to cum after her and push on through. But that part of him is stupid and for moments which aren't so passionate and violent, it's something developed after the fact, the trick of an aging conqueror. Right now, he's just living in that same moment they were meant to be in, and that they began in. He can barely see straight as he is deafened by her scream, and it might as well be without any feeling but touch as he grips her hair hard enough to yank some out and in towards his chest even as he twists and cums as well.

He orgasms in the midst of her convulsions, moaning out her name in a long, somewhat pitchy noise as he too lets loose entirely. He'll be wasted as well, but there's no way that they shouldn't savor this! If anything, while is orgasm is drawn out and there's a lot of semen, he's merely a little regretful his won't last as long as he own just due to biology.

But he keeps moving for as long as there's life in her ]

[She doesn't really have an understanding of time. It's a concept that's entirely outside of her brain, and she feels better off for it. So if he's really keeping up with the wild bucking of her hips then his endurance certainly hasn't faltered in eighteen years because it's a good extra two minutes of reactions before her nerves finally short out and allow her body to come down from her high.]

Oh god.

[She can barely function properly right now but there's a stupid, absolutely loving smile on her face and in her eyes. So that was one hell of a callback to how they used to fuck!]

Best. [He is. Just him, no one else. It's a little weak but she pulls at his arm to try and get him a little closer. She wants to kiss and suck his cock in the same instant somehow, but the motor skills aren't there yet, so maybe the former is enough.]

My Alpha.

[And there's something that slips back into place in her brain, she can almost feel it - the nervousness of telling him how she really feels about kids, the concerns about how consistently other women change his mind and his feelings but she hasn't been able to in so long ... Those things fall away, and leave behind what matters. It's a nice moment.]

You're... best.

[ That's what comes out of his mouth as he's pulled down, as he's pulled into the kiss and tries to move his leg a little so he's not bending her one leg at a weird angle. Still, there's probably not helping that. As long as she sincerely understands his love for her, how she's the best fuck and best mate and just the favorite companion of his. Someone who he could never do without.

That was a good fuck though, so she probably does.

Right now, she wants to kiss him, and he's trying to keep up with kissing her back, grinning in his own delirious way ]

[She's bendy, she can stand to be bent for a few seconds there! But, yeah, for now she understands it just fine, to such an extent that when he gets those words out it's almost like he's touched her proverbial heart. The real one is busy moving at five thousand miles per second. She can feel him smiling, though, and it makes her smile, too.

The best. She's ... Yeah.

Right now it's a wonder that she doubted it, even while the result of his actions simmer in the back of her head, something to be dealt with sooner rather than later. But 'sooner' can still be after they've weathered this really sexual cuddliness. Whether she's tired enough to actually go to sleep for a few hours or not is pretty dependent on her mate and his scent, they're far too intertwined to not influence each other, especially when she's actually managed to relax.]

You punched the wall and it was really hot.

[It's incredibly Nariko-like that her first sentence is praising him being an aggro dude.]

But I didn't break it, guess I'm getting older.

[ Though maybe it would be a bad thing to break a wall in his own house. It was a very her-like thing to say, but it makes him giggle of all things in a breathy way against her lips even as he kisses her some more times. His scent remains a constant flood out from him, he's ... well, okay, he's a little bit tired now, but he's still really turned on just by being in the same room, on the same planet as his beloved mate.

The love of his life. The hope of his pack.

So many things. ]

[She ends up snickering because - yes, if he broke the wall they'd have to repair it and that just wouldn't be as much fun. As it stands they'll probably need to do something about that, or at least let everyone know it wasn't anything serious.] You're ridiculous and I love you.

[She kisses him again, slow and quite patient, certainly not her usual style.] Besides, men usually get worse with age, but you're actually getting even better, so it's okay.

[It's a completely genuine statement. Masaomi ... He's done a lot of work in the last few weeks, and she probably hasn't done enough to thank him for that. He's actually being romantic and spoiling her with the trip, he really went out of his way, he was there for her during the insanity with her brother. Thinking of all that makes it very difficult to imagine the brief time period where she didn't know how to function with everything that changed.

Thank goodness they got past all that.

Anyway, she doesn't attempt to push him off or anything but she does shift onto her side, so that if he wants he can play the big spoon while also kind of lazily fucking her if he wants to. Best of both instincts, right?]

Says the woman who likes a little smacking around.

[ This is said with a little huff which is in no way sincere annoyance, it's just a little retort to her retort. Meaningless except in that it exists and it allows them a soft banter to go with her shift in movement. He rolls along with her, getting some sense of what she's doing, but also surprised by it. He gets on his side as well, and ... yes, he does rock his hips a little, because it would feel wrong not to. But for the most part, this is comfortable. ]

I love you too, so much.

[ He wraps his arms around her, nuzzling his head against her own ]

Glad to know I'm not limp dicked with age.

[She has to physically demand that her mouth not burst with gross laughter. Masaomi. Limp dicked. The guy that wants to impregnate their whole pack. Riiiight!]

Never gonna happen. [He's going to be eighty and still go for it, she'd bet money on the idea. She takes one of his hands and puts it on her boob, because that just feels right, as does rocking back on his dick a little. This is the best way to sleep and cuddle, honestly.

... And while there is stuff they need to talk about, it's going to wait until they get up again. When they do she really will have an honest, calm discussion. No convoluted arguments, no repressed feelings. They've been doing better and she doesn't want to fuck that up, so she won't.]

Who knows? Some day, you too might be one of the women in those viagra commercials.

[ This is apparently the line of jokes he's decided to go, ironically self-depreciating humor. He squeezes her breast, because who wouldn't when given an invitation like that? But otherwise, he keeps up this spooning, lazy fucking cuddle, closing his eyes even ]

Oh my god.

[Go To Sleep, Masaomi. She pretty much does the instant her eyes close. Whatever strength had been left in her seems to fall apart at its seams. It'd been a very long, long night and then a surprisingly complicated morning, but at least it worked out for the best.

Then again, they haven't made it to the difficult part yet.

That comes some odd amount of hours later, probably closer to the afternoon then not, when she wakes up again, slow and aching. The first thing she does is make sure he's still nearby, the second thing she realizes is that not having her ring on still feels awkward, and she wants it back on.

But maybe it's best to wait until after they talk, because she doesn't get more than five seconds before the whole thing replies itself like a bad recap.]

Oh, man.

[ He does go to sleep, though maybe it's not a good idea to do it still inside of her or unshowered like this. And he also - perhaps because he still needs to process out the Tequila - gets up after her. But only barely, really. As she shifts and perhaps even starts towards the ring, the man opens one eye and then the other, looking up at her - he starts to say something, and then yawns. ]

Hyooo.

[It's going to stay wherever it is on the floor for now, because once he's up ... She's not going to bombard him with it immediately, but sooner is better than later.]

Morning. [She looks at their bedside clock.] Or afternoon, actually.

[It's like one forty-five or something else equally strange but exact.] How're you feeling?

[He did, after all, pretty much drink a whole bottle of Tequila or something.]

[ He seems to consider that question for several long seconds. And then, sitting up, he nods. He nods and wraps an arm around her as he does. He kinda wants to have his cock in her, but if that's his concern then - ]

Good, I think. Happy new year. And afternoon.

[ It was inevitable he would nod off, but he hopes it's not too late ]

[It could be worse, but it's not the best. They've lost a lot of the day, which kind of sucks.]

I've never seen anyone recover from tequila the way you do, it's amazing. [If their places were switched it might take a natural disaster to wake her up.] Happy New Year.

[And that gets a little kiss and matching smile.] Want a shower?

Hehehehe, call me awesome.

[ Or something like that. He's feeling a little slow-witted now, coming off the weird drunken sugar rush Tequila can tend to give you. Or him, at least. But it's an okay sort of slow witted to have with his mate in this intimate space of theirs. He grins and nods a little ]

We probably should, huh?

Edited 2016-03-07 08:08 (UTC)

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so hey, wanna get the mom swap thread going?

Oh yes I would love to get that going.

Awesome! Should I set up a January post for it idt we have one just yet

I pmed you about it / already put it up oops

lmaoo your start was way better than my idea tho so it works out

okay cool cool

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