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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[She can't answer him immediately because that sudden wash of it felt particularly invasive, yanking at her nerves. But maybe that was only right when she liked this kind of thing. She takes a shuddering breathe before her voice can come back, and even when it does she's very obviously turned on all over again.]

I'm tempted to say 'everything'. [But she can't quite give that. To a lot of people she's still his mother, after all. And - there's someone else that already has a fair amount of say over her.] Things like ... What I call you, for one, when we're together there's nothing to say you can't have a say in everything from how I move to how far away I'm allowed to be.

[The devil is always in the little details, after all. Those might not sound inherently sexual but there was something to be said for knowing you could get away with those kinds of things.]

[ For a long moment, Yamato's eyes are wide, and it seems like his mind is moving fast enough to make his eyeballs rove a little in his head. The young man's jaw is somewhat slack, and the scent continues to spiral like it's out of control. It feels like he's watching the world in slow motion, something that makes his heart race. Why can't it be everything?

( It's... ah, well, she is his mother, technically. That feels like forever ago. And there's the matter of that other man - ) but he... when they're together. That's... ]

I... I could write up a little rulebook, even.

[ Not that it wouldn't be fun to change it on the fly, but as he comes to that realization, he finds the idea of it, even if it's not inherently sexual, makes his eyes swim with pride, makes something with him, something that demands submission, feel that much more potent, that much stronger ]

You could.

[She can't help smiling because she can see him going crazy with it, spinning over the possibilities in the same way that she rolls over numbers and equations, probabilities and factors. Everyone has their thing, in the end.] Just don't - do anything that ends in lasting damage, okay? [Because while that kind of power could be intoxicating it also ... Could bread a lack of concern. She really doesn't want to end up with a broken limb again because of a badly planned sex event.

But that's all she's really going to ask. Go ahead and be controlling, but don't treat her like she's absolutely nothing.]

[ Lasting damage? What did she - ] What. No. I'd never hurt you. [ . . . Wait- his mind roves again, and while that was his first thought, he ends up tilting his head and nods a little. Wait, if he knew anything about his mate, even if they were new mates... ] ... Not like that. I mean. I know you like being hurt a little... I think.

[ Or she wouldn't have tolerated that orgasm denial. Eeen now, he eyes were a little bloodshot. He swallows, and he looks her over again, kissing at her breasts and up towards her collarbone. ]

B-besides that's more - like. Things. The rulebook would be more broad things like... like names to call me, and that you should be within - Iunno, twenty feet? No, that might be too close. But we'll... agree on it?! That's fair. Yeah.

I like being hurt a lot. [She might as well be entirely clear about that. It's just a certain level and kind of hurt that can't be okay, but when he responds like that it tells her all she needs to know. He won't be one of those horror stories she hears about - mates mistreating their other halves and such. The closer he comes to her lips the heavier her scent becomes, though it's still pleasantly trapped underneath his own.]

I like agreeing on it. [She leans down a little to get a kiss on his temple.] Not that I'm very good at telling you 'no'.

[But that freedom was the point.]

[ She likes being hurt. She likes agreeing on it. She smiles all the more here and he leans down towards her, and - his breath is now shared with her own. Right eye to eye with her, he can't help... but. ]

Well, the point is that we talk before. It gets to that point. Or something.

[ Oh man ]

Mmhm.

[Up close like that she can't help wanting to give him a little peck of a kiss. They could fuck again, but it might be good to rest so they actually have some energy before dinner, too. ... But then, they're both more than a little excited.]

Yamato, you're really impressive.

[... None of that is what she had been thinking.]

[ He's really impressive? He-- If that is what she had been thinking, he didn't know it and if it wasn't, it still seems to take him by surprise. But that surprise fades into acceptance, and he smiles, kissing her a little bit back ]

Not that impressive.

[Oh, did she manage to surprise him? Well, she grins either way, kissing back.]

Completely impressive. [She's proud of him. As his mother (will she ever stop being that? It's hard to say.), and as a woman. He's a young man now, still a little too green for certain matters, but he's on his way. It's great to see in real time.] I'm going to be proud to tell everyone you're my boyfriend.

[Because why wouldn't she be? If anything, they'll probably wonder why someone so attractive is with someone so much older but she'll avoid thinking on that too long.]

[ Impressive... it was hard to think of something as impressive, but it was also hard not to accept that as the truth, between their mingled scents and her loyalty to him in all this. It's when she says the second thing that he hums a little, wondering. Well, maybe it was too transient. Would mate feel more completed? Or would she want some other title? No doubt she would so whatever he wanted but all the same, the nerves come back to him. His scent doesn't falter, but he whispers to her, peppering kisses on her- ]

Do you like... boyfriend? Like. As a title.

[It's a curious question for her. 'Boyfriend' seemed like the safest in between them considering that people would often call - Masaomi her husband even though that wasn't the case.] I do. [Because there's something both fun and serious to it, so there's no reason to dislike it! But.] Are you tossing around another option?

[Because he might be! And it's not as if she's above choices by any means.]

I didn't have another good one, no.

[ He'll admit that outright to begin with. Cumdump was so cliche and not emotional enough, bitch was like... well it just didn't work in his head. Something more serious like mate he could use, but he's not sure... something tells him, deep inside, that if he were to set out for his own pack, she would not follow and that hurts enough he doesn't dwell on it now. He smiles a little, and it's still loving, still jovial. Boyfriend felt sincere and it felt safe but he couldn't help but wonder if it was too safe, like many of his choices seemed to be. ]

Just... wondered if you liked it. Or something.

Well, you did give me a ring, Yamato. I could always call you my fiancee!

[And she can't quite refrain from breaking out into a very large grin, though if he recoils at that idea or finds it scary then ... Her gift might be kind of unpleasant, then. Still, she isn't expecting him to take it seriously, but if he wanted something more serious, even more thoroughly defined than 'boyfriend' then that was a step forward, wasn't it?

Whatever, man, she's just happy to smile back at him and have the chance to kiss him over and over again.]

[ Yamato is now caught at a very strange impasse, because... that rubs him the wrong way in two ways, neither of which he can really clearly define right now. It's probably that if he were introspective enough to do some soul searching while the woman he loved was naked under him, he is a wholesale believer in the pack mentality and thus the idea of marriage is misunderstood(?) as inherent stifling to him. The other is even less easy to define, but it's... mostly that there is someone else. He loves her, they are mates.

... Is he really the love of her life though?

It's a doubt that has become to swirl in the back of his mind. But it meets right up with the fact that as she says that, as she promises this even greater level of intimacy... he feels his dick throb inside of her. Would she really want to say that? Would it be a lie? He's not sure, but he breaks out into that awkward sort of laugh he does when he's overwhelmed in a moment. He's not laughing at her or the idea, he just doesn't know what other response to give. So he decides to settle on - ]

Oh yeah, you really could. Might be fun to try out!

'Boyfriend' is just fine, though! Even if people will think you're kept.

[She doesn't trust the physical reaction as much as the way he sounds, though. She knows him a little too well to be fooled, and it really wasn't something she had her heart set on in any real way. And in that formless, impossible to define manner, she also knows that something is wrong on his end. Or at the very least he's feeling kind of uncertain. It isn't alarming enough that she'll react immediately but it is something to keep an eye on, or maybe bring up at dinner.

Though whether dinner actually happens or not depends on if they can actually get out of bed.]

Yamato, [She holds his face, just to make sure he's looking at her.] the word doesn't matter to me. I love you, that's what counts.

[And she doesn't feel any real concern over ... Well, the specifics. Maybe it'll happen later on, but right now Yamato is the love of her life (and so is Masaomi) and that's not a feeling that'll ever be wrong. But it is like him to get caught up in those things.]

[ Think he's kept...? He's not kept! He would be the one keeping her, if anything! Still, he didn't want to disappoint her! So he tilts his head before he holds back on it and focuses hard on her eyes. He leans down to kiss her, and he lingers there for a long moment. He smiles and while he's still got gars going in the back of his head... ]

I like boyfriend, for now. [ He smiles a little ] I love you, and it shows... well, it's something to show that to everyone else. It -- it sounds nice, like "this is my girlfriend, Nariko."

[ The mood isn't lost, but he did want to make sure of it ]

[It's almost strange to hear that word to applied to herself. But it's not unpleasant, just strangely new after being undefinable for so long, after being something that was so easily identified that it was often deprived of a word at all. It was nice to have something to stick to it, not a label for the sake of boxing anything in but to provide a little mental security.]

Yamato. [She wants to - Right now is --] Never mind.

[Not gonna do this. Maybe later.] "This is my boyfriend, Yamato." [A nod.] Perfect.

[ What did she want to do or say there? Perhaps a difference between father and son is that while the son does hold a wonder about it in the back of his head, he doesn't demand to know it. Yamato demanded submission. Masaomi demanded loyalty and he interpreted that in such a way that keeping a secret or misleading information could edge on violating it.

...

Did she like it though, that was sort of a weird pause. So - ] W-well, I hope so, anyway!

[She pokes both his cheeks with her forefingers.]

You're keeping stuff in your head.

[Very much like his father Yamato doesn't think to ask when he should, Nariko would really argue that while Masaomi demands it's an erratic sort of trait. She doesn't blame either of them for it because it really seems to be a problem with men in general.]

W-well, you just said to not mind it.

[ He says this with a somewhat sheepish laugh, but it's ... at least mostly genuine. The whole being poked in the cheek thing did feel a little cute. She said to leave it be, so maybe he was just better off... leaving it be! Seems like science to him, really.

Mostly. ]

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If it bothers you then maybe it's not better to mind it.

[And for her it's that simple. If it really was something that was better kept to herself then she'd say as much! Without starting a weird fight! Probably!!!! But it wasn't good to have too much churning in the backseat, it tended to overcomplicate things rather than subconsciously work them out in the end.]

... I don't want you to feel like you can't talk to me. [Look, she's still a perfectly normal woman, one that's at least mildly capable of learning from particular mistakes.]

W-what? No, it's not that! Just... like you paused there, that's all. I didn't know if you didn't like it after all.

[ He didn't think that was the case, but he couldn't help but wonder about it, giving the timing. It's not like he doesn't trust her and it's not like she can't keep things to herself. After all, it's more than within her rights?! He kinda awkwardly laughs again, shaking his head. ]

I don't want you to think you can't -- y'know. Say you don't want to say things. I don't talk really great either.

[ He puts his foot in his mouth a lot ]

[And once upon a happenstance she might have been the same way.]

I was thinking of the last person that I was able to call my 'boyfriend'. [Her hands settle on his shoulder so that she can trace idle designs on them.] And I always looked back at that whole thing and thought I was the worst failure, Yamato.

[Even Nariko has to give herself room to think about how to word this concept.] But I said it out loud, and I just thought that even if I was a failure back then I'm not one now. Not with you.

[ Oh. ]

... You can never be a failure to me, Nariko. I-- I mean. You're - I love you.

[ A beat and... ]

Sorry?

[ Errr... that's not the right word. Still, Yamato swallows hard and he shakes his head before he kisses her one more time. He leans back a little, and he knows they should clean up before dinner. He hums, and - and- ]

Nariko we should-- I want to fuck you up the ass and get a titjob. Before we go anywhere. But we also need to shower.

[He's so sweet that it's ridiculous, she can't help feeling as if she'd follow him to the end of the world, despite how illogical it is, despite how much it should be the other way around. While she doesn't know what that apology is for she chooses to focus on the positives.]

The titjob should probably go first, if that's okay? [It has to be biological imperative that she voices it as a question even though it should be a statement.] We could do it in the shower but then you won't get the image you probably want ...

[She pretends to think and then grins.] Guess what, though!

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slams out one round before bed sobs

reaches out arms for near far wherever you are

falls into them willingly because adulting is BULLSHIT srsly tho

I agree that it's a hard thing.

It is. But in all seriousness thanks for being patient

Hey no problem this is my favorite okay ok ok

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