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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[They're really going to upset their hotel neighbors if they've got any.

But no matter what the explanation was this really wasn't a bad place to be in. It felt completely right to her so if nothing else he wasn't likely to have forced anything on her. She's been receptive and eager since the moment he gave her the ring, and she hasn't been able to stop thinking about him, they'd just been kept apart a little too long, that was all. But at least they're really making up for it now and as he edges towards finally cumming in her she's getting that much closer to opening up the way she needs to, in order to truly be his.

But she's pretty much lost her voice, they're too close to the ending for that.]

[ Yamato feels like he should have said something more artful there, or at least something nicer. Maybe make a quip about when they go dancing in a few hours.

He doesn't really manage it though, his impasse of wording sort of dissolving into a mess of syllables which might resemble words of praise or her name or something, but it ultimately just means nothing. His hand on her tit sifts, going to instead get cause in her hair, and pin that, tugged against the wall just as his other one curls up like that. He looks like a sweaty mess now, he's sure - but his determined, delirious, passionate look right now has to be sexy. Or scary. or both.

But either way, he only lasts four or so more powerful thrusts into her before, on the last one, he grunts out something which might've been meant as a warning, and he cums inside of her, shooting a great, warm, sticky load ]

[Sometimes a lack of words says enough, and frankly she appreciates the attempt to say her name whether it comes out the right way or not. It's hard to talk when your succumbing to natural instincts, when they're both a complete mess, he's sweaty and she's covered in a fair amount of milk, and the look he's got definitely checks the 'both' box.]

Holy shit. [She tries to hold him there while he cums in her, and even if she wanted to go somewhere, to try and avoid it, it's impossible. She's caught between him and the wall and there's really no better place to be as she cums right along with him, making a mess of the floor directly underneath them.

It takes an incredibly long stretch of time for her to relax, to take her fingers out of where they chose to dig into his shoulders. When she can stop panting for hair she just ... Smiles. Part of it's the desire to nest, to kiss and take care of him, but the other part is just pure amazement. He's already better at this than he was before, though she doubts he can note his own leaps and bounds.]

[ Panting, barely even seeing straight, Yamato feels every last throb and pulse of his cock, as he empties himself out in her. He can't even begin to form something coherent in order to respond to her with. Held, and with a slight pain from where he nails dig in, he looks at more or less nothing - not taking in her or the wall or her body or the ring on her finger, or whatever things draw her in as being his father's (like the tattoo or her sun earring if either are in now ) and-

And his knees buckle a little. That smile was just- ]

Mine.

[ He says that out loud, but it also means "I love you" ]

[She tries to hold onto him a little tighter when his legs give a little bit but otherwise she has to do her best to stay braced up on the wall, too. They're both probably in danger of just falling flat out on the ground. Which is weirdly funny. When he says that it might as well make her heart glow, and that feeling is clearly displayed in her smile, in the way she kisses him softly.]

Yours.

["I love you, too." And a whole lot more.

She stays like that for a bit, though, just enjoying it before she tilts her head towards their not too far off bed. Instead of shopping or anything like that they just might end up taking a nap. Or fucking a whole hell of a lot more.]

[ "His."

He did it...?

It's that which makes his knees give out entirely. She might have been doing well to urge them towards the bed, but right now, they're kinda falling backwards. Yamato ends up falling back and landing on his back! With Nariko on top of him and their hips still connected as they end up as a wet, sweaty thing on the floor. The fact of the matter is that he wanted to dance with her, and shop with her! And kiss her at midnight!

... But nap? He couldn't dream of that, he wants to fuck her a whole hell of a lot more. Still, on the ground here, he mumbles out "sorry" ]

[She yelps in the most ungraceful, un-cute way as they go down! She tries to end up bracing on her arms so that he doesn't get the entirety of her weight knocked into his chest but she doesn't really manage it. At least her boobs are soft so that shouldn't have been too painful.]

You okay?

[Even if he's not she adjusts her hips, trying out a little slow, rocking sort of thrust. ... There's so much cum in her.]

Man, that was great.

Yeah, that was amazing.

[ He says this with... a laugh, of all things. He's fine though, and he smiles to show her this was the case! Still, he nuzzles up against her and rocks his hips against her. She's his... his... he should feel more bad about challenging his dad like this (or winning at it) but...

Well, he'll feel bad later. ]

[One of these days he's got to stop making himself feel guilty for making his own decisions and going for them! There's a lot more to be learned by failing than just hanging around, after all. But that would be far too much of a mom like kind of discussion and she doesn't have room for it anyway.]

And to think we can do it as many times as possible!

[No limits, no one to worry about accidentally infecting with her smell, none of that! The beauty of a hotel room. She kisses him again and then expands her territory to his cheeks, his jaw, underneath it, and to his neck. Let her shower you in literal affection, Yamato. Mostly because there's no running away from it to begin with.]

[ Honestly that is a good discussion to be had - there's a lot of good discussions to be had between them. But mostly- As many times as possible? Yeah, for sure. ]

D-definitely! We don't need to stop until we go out again!

[ And he starts to rock his hips a little more at this. These kisses, this affection, it's... it feels a little different than how she had done it before. It's not that dissimilar, but it Feels different ]

[That's because it is different! They're not playing at an easy relationship now, this is a little more serious, much more intrinsic, and that comes with it's negatives and positives much like anything else. And one big positive is that they're both probably already prepared to go again, that or what they're doing is slow, easy fucking and Nariko is perfectly alright with that, too.]

Exactly. [She grins, watching his expression a bit.] But I don't want to miss dancing with you, or kissing at midnight!

[So they might have to be a little careful.] Even if I don't really want to do anything but take your dick, too.

[All these life choices.]

[ His expression seems to be wildly shifting between joy that he made it this far and that she was going to do this with him and amazement at himself that this is even happening. And affection - there is a lot of affection for her because if he pushes past all the mental blocks and the fact that a large part of this was proving something about himself to his father, he did genuinely like her a lot - he did feel something special with her ]

Don't worry, we won't miss either of those.

[ But still, he - ] I mean... I don't want to miss them either.

[ He -- ] Tell me about my dick.

The fact that you can leave me incapable of talking at all says a lot about your dick.

[And she'd argue that's all that should have to be said, but it won't be that easy. Because Yamato is definitely Masaomi's son, because even if he does feel something special for her there's a lot of this that doesn't have much too do with her. It's kind of why the back and forth, being 'fought' over and all that isn't actually glamorous.

But Yamato did do a good job, and though she said that in a tone that was far more playful than anything else, she doesn't want him to get the idea that she was ungrateful.]

I've spent the last few days constantly thinking about how big it is, aching for it, and I still wasn't completely ready for all of that, Yamato. I probably can't walk right.

[But that's not a bad thing, if anything it's a fair source of pride for a man! Especially against someone like Nariko.]

[ He's pretty sure he does. At the very least... he's been thinking about her a lot. He was looking forward to -

... Actually, she would want to hear that. ]

I was looking forward--- to tonight, I mean. Too. I was aching to put it in your cunt, and then knowing that, I wanted to - go out with you, see how you might try to repay me. Call you my girlfriend. And then fuck you more because I'd get hard from that.

[ There. Exhale. ... And it was a fair bit of pride to know he didn't make her walk straight. It's probably inevitable that she was going to be fought over, but maybe she could make things peaceful between her and her mates(s). Could he have actually done it though, was this a complete claim? He wanted it to be, for sure. ]

[Well, she has no idea what to do about Masaomi and Yamato! And right now she doesn't have to deal with it because, yes, it does feel like a sort of claim, something that she would lend a lot more attention and dedication to, but they'd both been nervous, for as much fun as they'd had, so it's more like an eighty percent thing.]

You had a lot of fun with Junko and Audrey, though. [Which doesn't mean she's doubting what he's saying, rather that he must not have had too much room to think of anything with two eager, scent-addicted girls at his beck and call.

But the second part of that is a little harder to shrug off.] 'Girlfriend', huh? I haven't been that in a while.

[But Masaomi hadn't really seemed to mind the term before, would it be different with Yamato, versus Joshua? Probably. But she doesn't really care.]

[ Eighty percent. ... He wants to make it one hundred percent, he wants to perfect this claim, and he inhales deeply to try to center himself. Because that felt like a deflection from her. He closes his eyes and pushes out more of his scent, more of that primal edge as his cock throbbed inside of her ]

I did, but I think I pissed Junko off a little. I kept asking her this and that about how I could claim you.

[ Girlfriend... ] I said I -- was gonna use it before, right? [ A beat, and - ] It seems right.

I-It does.

[He's not letting up and she barely gets that much out before she groans. Whatever bit of control she'd mustered visibly slips away, her awareness shifts to a dazed, expecting kind of look that she blinks out of it just enough to vaguely look like her usual self.] I'm sure she's fine. [Nariko isn't at all ignorant to what her daughter is going through, but it's not something to discuss with Yamato.]

Yamato. [... How does she say this.] I always ... I knew this was going to happen. If it wasn't you it'd be Koji.

[Not taking her but - growing into the Alpha in him, learning how to utilize his scent.] I'm not questioning your desire but just tell me why, okay? There has to be a reason.

[Even if he can't vocalize or even feel the same love that she has towards him which is both familial and romantic, that's fine. But it has to be greater than 'I want to take you from your mate' because, despite how stupidly cliche she is at times that's such a fucked up reason. She hated it when she was younger and guys would kind of butt heads. It becomes about pride to such an extent that she'd lose interest in them both and find someone else.

But this is way more complicated. She can't walk away from either of them. So if he can just answer her, trust his instincts and speak clearly from that, just this once then she could give him that last twenty. She could feel secure enough in it, as a woman, who cannot walk him through it as she would as his mother.]

[ Koji? ... Oh right, he exists. and he emulates him a lot of the time, if he's honest. Yamati nods his way through the suggestion Junko's fine - he hopes so. They have been talking more, interacting more, hanging out more. And she expected this from him? Did she really? He wonders what she expected and --

Junko's words come to him about how she always loved him, and how she wanted to-- Yamato closes his eyes, and tries to come up with words in order to define his desire. It's true, of course, that he wants to challenge his dad, he wants to butt heads with his Alpha and lay a claim to his bitch. It's the power play which makes his blood throb in his primal way. And maybe if he was Koji, that would be the primary reason. He can't deny that this is a pretty substantial reason. and then there's another part of it, where... ]

Tell you why? I--- ... well. you invited me to do it. [ That's a part of it. Both with her words and with her scent, both of them asked for her to be claimed. But was that all of it? It's... maybe? But it's not really, because there has to be something more than it. He inhales, exhales, and releases more of that primal scent, as if there could be more. And... ] And I was excited about that. I-- I'm not sure I know what love is, the way you and dad have it. [ But... ] B-but. I think-- I think when I was really little, you were my first love.

[ He'd always been so taken with her, so fascinated, such a momma's boy. and- ] And I wanted to see where I could go. With that.

[ He had to be more clear for her. He inhales again and- ]

I wanted you to be my girlfriend, and I wanted to go on dates with you. And I wanted to see you as a woman, and not as my mother.

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[She's able to keep her expression blank at first, through the idea that she invited him (she did), and the admittance that he'd never been in love. But it's my first love that cracks that facade violently. Her eyes widen a little, her lips part as if she might say something, but nothing comes out just yet. In a lot of ways what he's saying isn't exactly revolutionary, but to her it means a lot. It kind of means the world.]

Yamato ... [She twists the ring on her finger, and tries to relax the violent beating of her heart. She grips at his arms as if she doesn't think he's real, and when she takes a deep breathe it's almost shaky.]

Again. Let's do it again.

[There's a lot she wants to say and she should have a better, more complete answer, something cool and charming and sweet, befitting of the image she's had for so long. But there's absolutely nothing that could begin to explain how much she loves him, and that she's probably loved him since the moment she first saw him. That's all complicated and far more cerebral than she's capable of being in the moment.

She braces on his chest a little to work her hips a little better, though she's more than a little desperate, too. This time the sensation isn't a surprise, but that last time she felt this open and emotional was when she properly mated with Masaomi. It's almost overwhelming to experience again, but it's there all the same, and for good reason.]

[ Did that get him the last push to make her his?

... And were those reasons, that he wanted to love her as a woman and date her - were those reasons enough to properly cause a problem with her and her mate (his father)? Even if (as far as he knows) there are some serious problems between her and her mate (is he even still her mate if he succeeded here) and those problems have only been made more certain in his head because of what he interprets as being fatalistic in Junko's assessment which he trusts probably to a fault...

But it's not the time to think on that. Right now, he just-

Well, he's the one on his back now - so he shifts his hips - and then thrusts up into her to try to make her bounce there. He might've appreciated more words out of her (and again, he looks over the marks that show she is Masaomi's, the tattoo and if it's there the earring) but now he focuses on the ring - that ring that shows she is his ]

Alright.

[That was more than enough, and while she probably shorted him as far as a response it's the lack of one that speaks so loudly. She's not usually one to keep quiet, even when her thoughts are a tangle it's easy to know what to say, or to just let it all fall out. But now it feels like she's holding onto something incredibly delicate and she's more than a little scared of breaking it, which is why she's quick to move with him.]

Yamato - [She needs to be quiet, she's just going to stumble and stutter like she used to as a kid.] There's - There's no reason we can't -- I want to ... [See, this is definitely where he gets the nerves from, though it's difficult to tell now.] I never thought you'd look at me.

[Not seriously. Not beyond a little curiosity which was probably inevitable, if awkward for a lot of teenagers.] Yamato, you're the only one who could ever have a chance. The only other man I could - that I can love. I don't know how to do anything else with you. [... But it makes things difficult for him, she knows that, but when she smiles it's maybe not as apologetic as it should be.] I want to be your first love again.

[Because she's always loved him, will always love him. And it has to - somehow it has to sit well with the love she has for Masaomi. She can't not have him, now. So. How's that for words?]

[ She wants to be --

Ah... ah, she was nervous. She was nervous, and he comes to this sort of delayed realization about what is even going on in her heart and in her mind. The young man looks up at her with some surprised and happy expression, something awed and loving all at once. And as he rolls his hips against her, as he plans his hands on her sides...

There's more to figure out, probably. Right now, he- ]

Then... then I'll love you, Nariko. As a woman. [ Inhale ] And... and I'll try out having a romance.

[There's a lot of stuff to figure out, and it turns out they'll have a lot to discuss over dinner, but right now it's not important. The bones of it are here, in the fact that when he says that she smiles kind of stupidly, more like a girl whose confession has been accepted than a grown woman. Which probably isn't okay, since the former doesn't pair well with the latter.]

You remember - at Christmas, when I kissed you? [She's pretty sure he does.] Do you think you can ... Bring that back?

[She doesn't know how to put that into words, controlling that scent and molding it to a situation. She'd been able to do it too way back in the day, but Yamato might have a little more trouble.]

[ Oh was-- ]

Do I ... not have it yet? I've been trying to do it for-- a while.

[ Maybe it was nerves if he hasn't pulled it off perfectly yet. He'd been practicing for a week or so with Junko and Audrey, and his experiments so far were more than enough for them at least. But... bring that back. Hmmm.

But he looks up at her as if asking if he could do it better, if she had insights. And he also blushes at that reaction out of her ]

Nerves, they're the worst.

[She knows that's what it is, again, because she's gone through it herself. But the way to bring it out - advice she could give? That's a little difficult, and it'd probably be too technical a conversation for this moment especially when she doesn't think he's far off from it in the first place.]

Just let me ... [Nariko can very easily take herself back to that moment when she saw that ring, even though she hadn't believed that Yamato knew what he was doing (and she was very wrong about that), it had been so easy, so simple to put her all into being as close to him as possible, and she can do that now. When she kisses him again it's slow, hot, and her scent peaks yet again, becoming absolutely needy.

She's not actually doing it for him, necessarily, this is how she calms herself down, stops worrying about every little thing that runs through her brain. If they can both relax again and get into that same moment - then that last twenty percent won't make it.]

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