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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[ . . . Should he - he should. He should say something, or he should moan appreciatively. For the most part, though, he chooses to moan, not that Junko was giving him much of a choice! While there is some part of his mind who compares her to Nariko or Audrey, when it comes to this sort of a blowjob thing, she was already better than the blonde. And after the promise she had just made...

He licked his lips. ]

Y--you know. When you come -- with me. You should be able to go down in one- one movement.

[ Maybe he was teasing her, maybe he was making a promise, or... ]

Oh, a preemptive order? I can manage it.

[Don't say things that make her have to stop sucking your cock, Yamato, first of all it's just mean. But also she doesn't like stopping, but she can't ignore something like that either. Life is difficult in that way. She goes back to it very quickly but with the same hiccup: Getting the majority on the first go around and the rest after a slight little pause. She's not going to pause this time! No matter what he says! Even if he calls her pretty or compliments her!

Another way that she had advanced beyond Audrey's is that she's figured out how to move her tongue along with her throat, drag it along and even curl it just right. Granted, it's been a while she's done this, so everything new that she's learned ... Well, she has to figure out what he does and doesn't like!]

Y-yeah. That's... an order.

[ He can order her. Holy shit. And she came a lot closer to doing it this time! He laughs, but it's a strained laugh that turns into a groan by the end of it. He shakes his head, trying to clear it, and sits up a little onto his elbows. He should really touch her, but he just feels like admiring her. Honestly, he feels like his cock might be as big as her head. It's just an illusion of how petite she is, and he knows it, but the fact she managed to force the whole thing down her throat-

It's amazing. Made even more amazing by the work of her tongue. His hips shift a little, rocking in her mouth. He... ]

Go--god you're hot.

[ Does indeed compliment her. ]

[The fuck did she just think in your general direction, Yamato? God.

But. It feels a lot like being complimented by their father, a mild rarity in that it was difficult to feel anything but incredibly good when your Alpha was pleased with you in some respect. She flushes and almost moves to stop again and say something, and only stops herself because he did moan, and she might like the sound of that even more than his compliments, though it's a very close race.

Not only is she going to learn how to take it all in one go, she'll learn every single weakness and when to properly execute it, too. At least Junko inherited their mother's methodical nature.

She doesn't object to the way he moves in her, though! If anything that makes things easier, and she makes sure to move down as he comes up, effectively stuffing the entirety of her throat. It's going to be sore as hell later on.]

[ The mild catch 22 of the thing is, of course, that the sensitive part right under the head of his cock was now lodged in the back of her throat, and it's only when she came up more that this could be teased all the more by her tongue. Still, the veins in the thing throbbed in her mouth, as if they were on fire. Clearly, there's a lot of places that she could tease, a lot of places which gave the man pleasure. He keeps his eyes locked right on her, filled with pride, lust, and a spark. Some strange...

Thing.

Some thing he didn't know how to explain yet, but some thing which was bubbling up all the more with each passing second. He could order her. She would leave with him when the time came. He knew - knew - that would not be for years. But he also knew that... he was certain now, in a raw sense of amazement - he was an Alpha.

He. He, Ymato Kida. ]

I need-- need you to suck me off more. You're mi--ine. Or something, right? So- so it's okay.

[It's a hell of a change from Ethan who never seemed particularly happy about anything - and as that thought idly crosses her head she's reminded of his scent and how terribly it clashes with her own. But she doesn't really want to think about another guy while she's with Yamato, and when she pulls away her tongue draws a path along the underside of his length, and she rubs it there while allowing her throat to relax and -

His? Is that what she is? ... Well, maybe. She did promise to go with him in the relatively far future so that ... Means something. Not like he needed an excuse for her to suck his dick anyway.

She flushes and looks up at him, her usually calm eyes are a little glassy with lust and she can't talk, obviously but ... The answer there is 'yes'.]

[ ... How much power does he have now.

... He has to test it. He has to. Something boiling in his blood, from the very veins that Junko's tongue rolls over to the tips of his fingers tells him this is so. His scent has already coated the room, so it's not like it can get stronger, but it seems to ebb, throb a little in the air. And Yamato, seeing that glassy lust filled look she gives - he thrusts his cock up and he mutters out, ]

School. [ ... Err. ] At lunch. Every lunch. You'll do it then.

[ Would Junko ever agree to that? It was nuts, right? But... maybe she would ]

[There's a muffled, strange little noise that makes it halfway out of her throat as he thrusts again. ... She said 'yes' which ultimately subjects her to whatever he might come up with! And they do share a lunch period so it's not impossible, there's lots of places to mess around in at school! It's just. She can't remember if she shares her lunch period with Ethan or not. Hopefully not, because otherwise he might notice her running off with Yamato.

Either way, though. She kind of suck-nods or something along those lines. She's agreeing!

... His fucking scent is just unbelievable, if he wanted to fuck her during lunch with her top shoved up she might be tempted to agree to that, too.]

G----good. I mean-- yeah.

[ . . . She agreed. she agreed?! His hips buck a little more, a little bit harder against her throat. He groans, and while he had been bracing himself on his elbows, the hands at the base of said elbows now curl up into the sheet, gripping them as he pictures the life he's been promised now. He just...

Wow.

Wow. Fuck. He. ]

Oh fuck you feel so good.

[ Will he last more? He might last more, he might let go "Early."

[Whatever Yamato chooses to do in that regard is up to him! She's happy to keep at it, and despite the fact that their staminas are the polar opposites of one another she doesn't feel any sense of shame about it. She can just keep going until he would cum naturally, or he can go early. She's really just fine where she is, and the mindless look on her face, that she closes her eyes so delicately and moans around his cock at every possible opportunity is all proof.

There's nothing but a hot, satisfied kind of joy in every movement, especially when it comes to how she rubs, licks, and shifts her tongue around him, eventually finding that spot under the tip that his likes best, and she has a lot of fun just abusing that for a few seconds before going back to throat fucking herself.

It's such a surprise to him that she might agree to this kind of thing and, yes, it's definitely a sign of her more slutty nature, but if he could know what it was like to experience this ... It might be easier for him to get.]

[ Fuck... just, he could go to heaven now, for how he feels, how his blood boils and how he's living up to what he could be. He needs to fuck her. Soon. but he also loves the feeling of her tongue - when she teases him on that point there, he whines but it's a pleased whine, like he was some sort of an animal, hyped up as he reached a climax of sorts. The older boy's hands gripped her sheets tighter, he grit his teeth...

But he also opened his eyes wide, through everything. She was doing it so naturally, so happily, so sluttily - it was unreal, it was so unreal and he wondered if he would ever be used to it. Was it him, was it her? (it was his scent, of course, but-

Nariko-) ] Audrey. Junko I need to fuck you. After this. After you swallow.... or should I cum on you. Wait, I decide, don't I? W-what do you want?

No, don't stop.

[ He's rambling a little ]

[... Ah. That wide-eyed look, the catch in his voice. It reminds her of their dad, his crazy eye tendencies that could be about as scary as it was panty soaking. And to know that he might have that in him, to see the hints of it just drive her a little crazier, make her that much more willing. She doesn't quite know why he's saying Audrey's name instead of hers, but it doesn't really concern her too much, he probably just wanted to fuck her or something.

But, hey, he tells her to keep going and so that's what she'll do. Maybe the rambling is a sign that, for once, he won't completely outlast her?

Doubtful! But she works harder, and opens her eyes again to look up at him, watch his expression for any kind of sign. Of what, she has no idea, but maybe it's enough to just see him.]

Junko... [ It's her name this time. And it seems, his face red up to his ears but his mind racing and his eyes wide, edging towards madness in the way that their father's sometimes could too... the boy continues to ramble, continues to have his brain come off unfiltered. ] I should- scent, right? Yeah. I should cum on you. Rub it all over you. Ye-yeah. That makes more. Sense. you drank some already. [ He- ]

I'll get Audrey. She'll lick it off you, and I'll fuck her. Fuck I've got to do that. And Nariko. And... F-fuck you feel so good.

[ Definitely, definitely rambling ]

[He wants to scent her?! Wow that's - He's going to be the understanding but low key possessive type, isn't he? At least, that's the sense she gets from something like that. It's probably just Junko and how she views things but it's - wow, that's just a serious move! But then she's essentially promised to be his other hand, to work in his best interests as well as their future pack's. So maybe it only makes sense.

Or she's rationalizing it because it's incredibly easy to get drunk off of him, in a way. ... And Audrey licking anything off of her would be a good idea, anyway. But he's obviously got a trinity sort of idea going on here, and she has to try and keep her own thoughts focused on the moment, on the cock in her mouth because otherwise she might just half-heartedly orgasm while thinking up her own fantasies.

He's really going to be the death of her, isn't he.]

[ Honestly, he probably will be the death of her. Trinity isn't a bad choice but...

Ah... ] Tiffany... I've got to fuck her too. No- just. Date? Call her. ... And then fuck her. She'll let me fuck her, right?

[ He bites his lip briefly, as if he were genuinely worried about that even as he rocks his hips that much faster against the back of her throat, moaning as he builds up to his own orgasm. The fact of the matter is he won't last too much longer and with minimal effort she could now fuck her own throat if she particularly wants ]

[The real answer is that he just wants everything, doesn't he? Everything and anything that can be deemed his in a meaningful way, to flex what he can do until the limits are clear. She sort of understands it despite having no basic influence for it, beyond a need for attention. Maybe it's because she understands it or because it's actually really nice to hear him ramble again that she doesn't let any of it get to her. She's kind of surprised he was even attracted to Tiffany but, will, maybe something happened after she'd left.

... And she's been wearing the necklace the whole time. Huh.

Junko's thinking he might be at his end here and she's really pushing herself to bring him to that point and that does include abusing her throat to the point of minimal suffering.]

[ He's about to ramble more about Tiffany or Nariko or Audrey or her - but something snaps and he feels - he feels the rush with that last time her throat was penetrated. ... Well in so far as one can be, either way. The point is that he - he groans and he sits up a little finally, patting the top of her head and - ]

Off, -- ask me. To cum on you.

[ It seems he decided on "on her" to scent her now. And he was holding back from letting lose as it was. Still... his father would have literally yanked her off his cock and done it. Yamato, even in this state, was different. It seemed that while he did still want everything, he still still like to dominate... he at least asked, commanded. He didn't manhandle quite as much ]

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[She doesn't want to get off but Junko listens, gasping for air and trying to regain her sense of direction in the same moment that she has to speak. It's more than a little difficult but she's not a quitter by any means.]

Please - [Her voice is a little raw, she has to try again:] I want your scent on me, wherever you want to put it, on my face or my tits, it's okay, just please give it to me!

[She's so wet, aching and needy but she pushes that off to the side to try and do as he says, to make him happy. So - Where is he going to put it?]

[ In the same movement that sees her coming back to display for him, Yamato lurches up onto he knees - he would have stood but it's her bed and that would be rude. Still. So he gets up on his knees and with an almost shakey hand for how close and how hard he is, he young man grabs his cock and he points it at... her face. And he strokes it -

Just once.

And once he strokes it that one time, a hot, sticky, thick burst of his cum shoots out onto her, coating her face with the creamy liquid, shooting it onto her lips and cheeks, into her hair a little too. ]

[It pretty much goes anywhere, and mostly she's just very careful to make sure that her eyes are closed so that there's no risk there. Junko's entirely willing through this, though she's not usually very fond of having cum on her face just because - well, doesn't she look stupid? But that's the sort of pride their dad did a hell of a job working out of her, and is further buried by Yamato's scent.

When he's finished she licks her lips clean, clear enough to be able to see.]

... I can't just lick it off, can I.

[If she did there'd be nothing to scent her with, so.]

[ He didn't think that far but - ]

No. I don't -- think so.

[ He pants that out looking down at her. Did she look stupid? If she did, he didn't see it - he just saw... his first convert. His sister. Someone he loves so deeply and someone who was deeply devoted to him and to his cock. He saw pride. And he grins at her, despite what he just said ]

[Well she's never - they just sort of idly learned about this because it's not the most common practice, or if it is then Junko's just been pleasantly ignorant or something. So she kind of goes with her instincts. Usually she'd just clean her face off, either swallow or flick most of it off. And while she does clean her lips the rest is kind of ... Rubbed into her skin. The bits that fell into her hair give it a weird feeling but, eh, she's not trying to win a pageant here.

The rest is sort of spread out over her skin, thinned until it's dominating her normal, non-sexual smell as well as her perfume. She's pretty much going to smell like Yamato and that's the point, right?

Hopefully, because otherwise she's being incredibly stupid.]

[ Even if she was being stupid, and he's not so sure she is, she was also being incredibly slutty, loyal, and hot. Particularly in that she was doing this while he could still sense, somehow, that she was unfulfilled. Her cunt was probably throbbing for him now, and he could all but - ... taste it. And she did still have the necklace on. But.

But ]

You looks pretty like that.

[Of course she was unfulfilled! Junko was dying to be fucked, she could feel her nerves aching, jumping in place, but he had given her an order and so she's going to rely on that, on the focus it gives her. When she's done, covered in what can only be described as a thin film of pure cum, Junko's expecting to have to ask to have his cock but he gets her with that compliment.]

You keep saying stuff like that.

[It's not bad, her tone doesn't say as much! It's just - she's used to Masaomi's manhandling, his roughness. The attention Yamato pays her is thrilling, but she doesn't know how to respond to it aside from giving more, somehow.]

C-Can you -- Can we? [Something.]

[ Honestly, while the two men might handle things differently and Yamato's mean streak isn't half as big as his father's -- the budding Alpha does still enjoy the control. He does still get off on it, and ... well, when she says that, he blushes a little himself. He itches his nose, and exhales out of it. In truth, he wouldn't mind just talking to her more... but that wouldn't be fair, wouldn't be right. But all the same, he doesn't need to - ]

Can we what?

[ Was she going to make a request? A demand? Force him to make the demand... ]

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