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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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... ]

[Considering that she's on pins and needles trying to handle herself, well, he's got that control. Considering how utterly composed Junko tends to enjoy being this is an accomplishment even if she's failing at normal speech right now. If he wanted to just talk then he could, but she'd probably end up rutting against her own bed or something.]

I'd like it - be honored if -- [Fuck, how does she say it? Why isn't he helping her figure out how to say it.]

P-Please fuck me again! Even though we just did it!

[A few months ago Yamato would have been the one to stutter out words, to trip and sound so earnest and heartfelt but uncoordinated. And now it's Junko doing all of that, on top of nervously biting her lower lip.

Oh, how things change.]

[ ... Amazing. Honestly, Yamato still stuttered some, still didn't really get all his words out properly. Like right now, he isn't sure how to respond, how to form his words to give her an answer for that. So he grins, and he reaches an arm down to pull her back, to pull her on top of him, and then flip them over so he is mounted on top of her on her bed. He seems to growl a little, but that's - ]

If I'm --- gonna do that. Th-then you can't cum until-- I saw so?

[ Okay so that could have gone better. But he does put one hand on stroking his already becoming erect again cock and the other to drive a finger down between her legs, to see if she is stimulated, wet, and if cum's leaking ]

[At least he's got an advantage that after that she can't pretend to be any more or less put together than he is! So they're both jittery, weird, nervous messes. She's grateful when he essentially tells her where to go and she scrambles a little to immediately follow his direction and when he growls? Well, if he's watching close enough he'll probably catch her shudder and swallow a little thickly.]

Yes. Okay. [There's no reason she would object! If that's what she has to do in order to feel complete again, to get back to that lovely, mindless state of living off of his cock and absolutely nothing else then she doesn't care.]

Just ... Don't make me wait? [Even that isn't a demand, there's nothing bossy in her tone or her body language as she sort of awkwardly works her hips up into his finger. She's absolutely wet, but she's kept as much of his cum inside of her possible, so it's not leaking as much as it maybe should be.]

[ Don't make me wait.

Yamato laughs at that. It's not at her, it's not even at the situation, which is more hot than it is amusing or exasperating. It's a weird, nervous vortex where they're both figuring out where they stand with each other and how they'll continue into the future. It's just... with so many emotions flying around inside of him, so many and so many contradictory impulses living through him - he doesn't even know how to respond.

So he pulls the finger inside of her back, shifts his hips, and - ]

W-wouldn't dream -- of it.

[ He says thickly, and he cocks his hips back --- to thrust deep inside of her, trying to impale her on the first thrust ]

[In her normal state Junko would have taken offense to that laugh, but maybe this whole thing is putting them on the same wavelength because she knows it's not her, or at himself. It's just the whole thing, the crazy excitement and the awareness that they're shifting into something but there's no name for what they're becoming. Not yet, anyway. So he can laugh for them both. Junko deals with it by relaxing into her bed and letting herself be weirdly comforted by his presence.]

Good - thanks.

[Because he really could use the opportunity to tease her and make everything so much worse and nearly painful. Instead he just slides right on in there! It aches in the tiniest way but this position is just easier, there's not nearly as much trouble and, frankly, he can make it all the way in on one go if he liked.]

I'm gonna start praying to your cock I swear to god.

I won't ... object to that.

[ ... Man, how cool would that be, though. Not that she would, but. .. But what if she did. ]

C-convert, and all.

[ But even as he says this, he starts to work his hips inside of her, groaning as he begins the movement. He slid in so easily! She's... she's come a long way, and so has he ]

[She might at this rate! Who knows what she's capable of at this rate.]

Full on.

[Completely, without reservation or concern for what it means. She hadn't been entirely aware of how violently she needed some attention, and how much she'd ached while getting him off so having it now is sort of like shooting her brain off into the cosmos. It's so good that she really can't handle speaking, though she tries! There are fragments of his name, but all she can do is whine, losing her fingers in his hair, dragging them along his shoulders and back.]

[ The next line might have sounded significantly better in his head, and much more sexy and much less goofy. Hopefully she doesn't have her sexual desire shrivel up from it, because Yamato all but giggles as he keeps thrusting up into her, and secures his hands up over her shoulders under her arms. ]

If it's -- like that though, g-guess you could be like the high priestess, make a whole flock of Yamato Kida's dick...ites.

[She really should think that's a terribly stupid line! Her drive should plummet and she should just go take a shower or something! But.]

But that's - that's what it is, right? [It's incredibly difficult to talk right now, so this has to be an important thought for her to put such effort into it.] I don't want - unworthy people around you? But it's ... Alphas have to lead people anyway?

[What she really means to say while steadily working towards her orgasm, here, is: Wasn't that the way of a pack? Their father had his 'flock' and he enjoyed that overbearing sense of knowledge and control, knowing he could have anyone that struck his interest at any given moment. And Junko didn't think that'd be Yamato's approach, not exactly anyway, but he did deserve to have people around him that would appreciate his approach.

And Junko would make sure they found the right people for that. So, yeah. High Priestess of dick. It kind of fits.]

[ Holy shit that line worked? He was just sort of babbling like an idiot and he knew it, he was just trying to give form to the buzzing in his head, this need he felt coursing through his veins to want to, well... claim people. Make everyone around him his. He wondered who he could have an who he could test his limits against. But at the same time...

Yamato wasn't quite his father. Not completely. His eyes widen a little... what it is. ]

Unworthy...? [ He almost laughs at that, but he groans a little and he shakes his head. He can't think of anyone who he'd listed so far as being unworthy, having grown up around most of them and Tiffany just seemed great. But at the same time, maybe...

He didn't want to be mean to his father. (hell, he wasn't even sure he would win there) ]

I want... to have people, I think.

[It somehow stands to reason that Yamato ... Has no sense of boundaries. You can't have everyone, you can't claim everything. There has to be some amount of focus to the whole thing and that trait, arguably, might be what helped their father. She could make some kind of internal comment about how they're weirdly flipped around from their parents but Junko still doesn't have much of a brain to speak with.]

Lots of people, obviously.

[She hadn't imagined it was even a question! ... Although, yes, he really has to set his sights outside of their pack.]

[ Who the hell needs boundaries! If he learned anything from his mother's genetics its that boundaries are things for people who aren't amazing and unstoppable. ... Err. Okay no he doesn't think that highly of himself, but the point stands. Quite paradoxically, Junko seems to have inherited the pragmatism and the (though most would not think of him for this) sense of restraint their father has. Yamato seems to have inherited something else altogether, probably from their mother, even if he was in a lot of ways emulating Masaomi more in this moment, from what the children know.

... Still. He- ]

Yeah. Y-yeah, lots, I think. [ He should sound more confident. ] Maybe ... maybe a lot? [ Err, he started to say an actual number and then got embarrassed. As he looks down, he sees her necklace, bouncing along with the rest of her body. He licks his lips - ] Tiffany?

[ But now he looped around to too narrow! ... Poor Junko, to be saddled with this even as he, by nature of his emotions going nuts, actually goes at her faster (albeit somewhat shallower) as a result of his thinking and talking ]

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