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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[ Yamato had not noticed that, not really. Well other than the fact he might've noticed that Audrey and him didn't have sex during those days she was out at the funeral other than the skype call then presumably. Or little ways the blonde had been watching him or her. He might've picked up that much, but he was really dense sometimes in the worst of ways.

But would she be rougher... Yamato doesn't know. In his mind, his mother was passionate but she was also gentle, loving, caring. His own view on his mate was incredibly warped by a history of favoritism in a way he probably would never understand, so it's hard for him to both accept that she would do anything to feel bad about, or that she would need to feel bad about it.

Even so, he almost laughs at that, but the laugh turns into a moan. Still possessive after so long? Well, of course he would be! Not... probably not like her, because he would know she was his, but all the same, he has to make sure that's the case, right? When he spreads his wings and leaves this current pack. (wait... the Alpha and his mate...) ]

W-well, why not?! Right-? I mean, a dick like that would be fascinating to try once, and some other- woman might just get addicted!

[ But... ] I like how- you don't have a doubt they will! Work out like that!

['Rougher' in this case means that it would be a very frank, immediate sort of discussion, his image of her isn't too off because Nariko is loving, and she's more than capable of being gentle. Especially with her children, no matter how they might fuck up, hurt her feelings, or throw fits, it's an eternal mother's love. It's maybe the one thing she's truly good at. But it does still stand to reason that Yamato's never seen the full extent of her aggression, and his father hasn't in a long while, either.

Which is a good thing. No looking gift horses in the mouth, here.]

Is there any other option, for ours?

[It seems natural, seems right, so why not go with it! But maybe it's the timing or the fact of the matter that sees her imagining that same house - the one with a garden, with a pool, the one she doesn't have to share with other women or other ideologies. And it's easy to imagine an H-cup daughter who would be cute and have Yamato's gentility. It strikes a chord that is both violently emotional and incredibly sexual. So he'll kind of have to forgive her because her scent goes a little wild, it's devouring and wild, as much as it had been when he rightfully claimed her, earlier. She's not trying to be dominating, it's just a reaction.]

Yamato! [That family, with her mate, with privacy, with her territory, as much as it can be hers - it's such a beautiful little fantasy.]

[ Yamato's own fantasy is somewhat different, ultimately. It's probably inevitable, given his status as an Alpha and the overwhelming desire he feels to be a leader of men. However, the future and the pack he envisions isn't quite the one his father has made - it's not the beloved pack of misfits with conflicting ideologies that he has grown up in because while he does love that, what he envisions instead is another house...

A house by a lake, one neighbored by the houses of the other people he's recruited as part of his pack, with a little fence and a little toolshed. Does he even like working with tools? He doesn't do it much now, but maybe learning more about cars would be fun. And a tennis court down the street. He sees himself waking up every day with himself and Nariko and his handsome son and their H-cup daughter who attracts all the boys. He goes out onto the street and knows everyone on that little one-way is his, all of the children and the adults answer to him and to his mate, and they all greet him.

It's a strong feeling for him too.

That she was utterly his, and is a part of that fantasy world. ]

Nariko! Nariko-- No chance other than that!

[ He should start to babble now, it would be is usual style. But right now he just picks up the pace all the more, wishing he could see the other side of the glass and maybe straining the hinges. He kisses at her neck and bites down on her ear (and therefore the sun earring if she has it in) to push closer to the end of this round up her ass ]

[But, that's the thing - even if his vision is different, his isn't one that guts the spirit of her own. There are lots of ways to be happy in life, Nariko's certainly learned that the incredibly difficult way. Also? A lakehouse sounds amazing, and if there was a tennis court then she just might have him teach her a little bit.

It's an overwhelming moment from both ends, so there's really no choice but to cum, it starts when he bites at her neck and doesn't quite let up from there. She isn't as loud as usual, but her throat hasn't fully recovered and there's nothing less pleasured or inherently submissive about her whimpers and mewls, they're still loud enough to be heard outside of their bathroom, in all honesty.

He's free to go on, he's got her blessing even if he doesn't need it because even though she can't quite recall what she'd so elaborately made up in her head the feeling, the warmth and love and sense of self remains, and it just makes it last longer for her. It's a good thing they're in the shower, otherwise her cum would just get all over the place!]

[ It's almost a shame that neither vision of theirs accounts for her other mate.

Not that he's thinking about that right now, or that he's thinking about much of anything other than some vague vision of that lakeside house and that little neighborhood of his followers that he has in mind, of that little house where him and his mate and his daughter and his son all live. With Junko nearby, and many other faces (Tiffany?) near too.

... A lot of it was pleasant, and a lot of it was happy.

And right now, his cock throbbing and having to work that much harder in her now constricting ass, he slaps her cheeks as if that might make her loosen up, feels her cum shooting down his leg, and works that much harder for one or three more thrusts, groaning loudly himself as he pushes himself -

And then shoots a big, thick load up inside of her ]

[Well. Technicalities. Or something.

She should be thinking of him, right? But she can't. She doesn't know his name right now, and only knows his existence by the fact that he's Yamato's father as much as she's still his mother in the unavoidable, obvious sense. When he cums in her she gets out one good, particularly loud moan but it cracks at the end.]

Oh my god.

[He's going to have to make sure she doesn't collapse on the floor, her legs are weak all over again.]

Really too good at this. [He's barely seventeen and he fucks hard enough to leave her shaking. ... If their son really does inherit his prowess then she's well and truly doomed. Not that it'd be such a bad fate.]

[ Apparently, they're on the same wavelength, because even as he pants, he teases her with, ]

And my son's cock's going to be even bigger. Good five, six more inches or some... thing.

[ But he does indeed catch her. Somehow, even as he feels the wave of sex-based exhaustion fall on him, he feels strong, powerful. It's probably because even if that wasn't the most submissive end for her, he knows that she is his, knows that she belongs to him in a powerfully primal way. And he wraps an arm and then both arms around her waist to keep her up and then pull her in towards him so he can continue to rock his hips ]

[She does belong to him, completely and entirely. She wouldn't be so emotional if she wasn't his, if she didn't value what he gave her so many times over that it could be dizzying. There's barely any strength in her arms but she tries to brace against the glass, moaning faintly.]

That may be the case. [And yet.] But I just can't imagine loving anyone more than you. Or their dick.

[Maybe it's a benefit of her age that, honestly, there's a lot more to it than just a really good cock and an overflow of biological imperative. It's easy to manufacture physical responses and reactions, but it was incredibly difficult to love someone, and to feel loved by someone else outside of all that.]

And I'm not saying that just because you're still in me. [Although that within itself is incredibly pleasant.]

Yeah.

[ He doesn't doubt it. Who was his father and his Alpha again?

But he breathes that out, holding her tight but not willing to take a step back or anything. He just is here, embracing her. His dick still in her. And really, she turned that into something so sentimental and emotional he didn't know hoe to continue the quipping and teasing. He was a little bit tempted to ... but. Oh well, he knows they need to wash up some more before dinner. ]

Don't - crush his ego. Too much. If he gets it from me, he'll - be sensitive.

It's guaranteed since you got it from me.

[They really might end up with an incredibly sensitive child who, like, might go on to become the next Van Gogh but before that they'd cry over everything and might not do too well in groups. Which was fine, as far as Nariko was concerned but it's not a good idea for Yamato to ignore the cards.]

But it's okay.

[People are allowed to be sensitive! And they really should genuinely clean up but that would mean being separated and ... Augh, at that.]

I... I hope so.

[ He's just remembering how pent up he got there earlier in this last year, how some rejections made him feel like shit and the end of the world. It's a very shallow concern, but it's one he still holds in his heart. No matter what his son might be like, what would...

Well.

Maybe Nariko was being too gentle, too emotional. Or he was. He didn't know which. He shakes his head and doesn't move, because he likes resting in her like this ]

[Who knows, but her stomach is more than happy to break the stalemate with an incredibly loud, weird rumbling noise that catches her attention immediately.] Uh. [That wasn't cute in the least and now she doesn't know what to say.]

.... Maybe we should get ready before my stomach swallows us both?

[THIS IS EMBARRASSING but she tries to avoid letting it show.]

... Guess the cum wasn't enough.

[ Maybe he can make it better with a joke?

Err... ]

Wash my hair?

[ He should have phrased that as a command, but it does give her something to do, hopefully will make her less embarrassed too. But he pulls out of her finally, regretfully, and takes a step back from her, thus no longer supporting her ]

[She manages to not fall flat on her ass, which is amazing within itself.]

Of course! [If nothing else the command/request certainly diverts her attention! Nariko is more than happy to get a hold of the shampoo and motion for him to lean down enough that she can comfortable start to lather him up! It's these little gestures that she loves so there's a lot joy that comes with it, and will probably take up all the time before they have to run off too dinner.

She moves right on to washing his body, though, it's not at all sexual but she doesn't think he wouldn't want an excited woman taking care of him.]

[ He does. Honestly, a part of him feels like he should offer to wash her back... but then another part of her doesn't want to break his feel of dominance, because it feels really good. So in the end he decides to be silent, smiling goofily as he bends his head a little to allow her to reach to watching his hair.

It will probably take up all the time until dinner, particularly given he's meant to get in the suit first and then head down before her ]

[It's alright to let that whole dominance/submission layer fall off to the side, in order to just be normal people every once in a while! But Yamato is young and he's probably all sorts of hopped up on the rush, which is fine - she was too, once upon a time. None of those silly dynamics keep her from going about the whole thing, smiling and occasionally humming, and she probably did something stupid like draw a soap heart on his chest or whatever.

He got his dorkiness from her, too.

When she's done with him she watches up quickly, too, and then insists he get into his suit and head on down. It's easy to give directions to the restaurant! It's actually at the very top of the hotel, something of a VIP secret. There's an absolutely gorgeous view of their city, it's a high class place with live music, and they weren't the only couple that had shown up for New Years Eve, the place is full, but she made sure he knew that they had a reservation.

As such the next time Yamato sees her she'll be in a silk, deep blue gown, it's strapless and clings to her form, pushes up her tits like no other so there's a generous swell that might edge along the line of being publicly decent. She's pulled her hair up with just a few curled strands to help frame her face and the matching diamonds earrings and matching necklace set - her cuff, the one meant to match Masaomi's, is nowhere to be seen. In fact, neither are her tattoos! The one on her arm has disappeared and though the gown pushes her breasts together so neatly that it would be impossible to see it anyway, the bulls-eye is gone, too.

When she's lead over to him she smiles brightly and just says,]

It's beautiful, right?

[She means the view, the city might as well be on fire for New Years, after all.]

[ How did she make the tattoos vanish that fast? They were there in the shower, right? And her matching cuff with Masaomi may or may not have been too? It's a thought he has about third on his list of thoughts as he comes down.

But honestly, he's glad she did. Before she arrived, as he was in his suit sitting here for the night saying that his date would be arriving after him, he had felt like he was pretending, like he really was just a teenager with no idea about anything. He felt powerless, in a way he didn't feel as he was domming Nariko or getting hearts drawn on him in the shower. His suit was nothing special, just the best one he happened to own, leftover from a dance his intended date rejected him for, and he ended up going with FRed with both of them being single and being dumb. It feels like a joke in this opulent VIP room. It's not to say he doesn't appreciate it or the view... it would be impossible not to.

But he still feels like he doesn't belong, even as he fiddles with his own accessories, whatever old gifts she might have given him which actually fit the mood here.

But when she shows, he stands and tries to pretend he can be controlled and pull out her chair for her. But he also stands and, ]

It is. [ He can do this - ] About half as beautiful as you.

Oh, come on, you can't get me all flustered within the first five minutes.

[But that really was a smooth line and it makes her smile widely before she leans in to kiss him, one arm resting around him even though they'll be sitting down soon. Maybe it would be far more polite for them to just have a quick peck and then leave it at that but she kind of draws it out, but she doesn't make it about herself, doesn't take any control for him. He's free to treat it as he pleases.]

It's bad enough that I missed you within fifteen minutes. I usually like being left alone if it means I get to help myself look pretty, but I spent the whole time thinking of you.

[It sounds dramatic, but it's the truth.]

Hey, I've been waiting here the whole time for you too.

[ And feeling awkward and out of place. Still, with her doing that, he wraps his arms around her, gently putting his arms there and rocking slightly. It would be more polite to just peck and sit but...

Well, he didn't mind showing off a little too, he could indulge just a moment, even if he does then back off so she can sit across from him ]

Like... thinking of you. I mean.

[She tries to sneak in a little kiss before they separate for good. She really doesn't want to be on the other end, but they should probably try to be a little normal, it'll make being shamelessly in love that much more fun.]

Good, I'd have hated to be the only one!

[Sitting, she fidgets a little.]

Alright, so I thought I'd have decided by the time I got here, but I couldn't. Do you want the surprise before dinner or after?

H-hey, don't worry, of course you weren't!

[ He laughs at this, more than a little bit flustered. Of course he was going to be waiting for her. Of course he was going to want her around. And he sits opposite her because...

Because that's proper, right? Is anyone else in here scooted up next to each other while at a little round table? Maybe he should look around for them. Or they can scoot the chair closer and- ... Oh, wait, she's saying something (and yes, he did appreciate the kiss) ]

I... [ He was about to say whatever you want. But that wouldn't due! He was supposed to be all big man dom or something, right? So he looks her over and ] b-believe it would be better before, lest we- ... distract each other?

That's pretty much guaranteed.

[So he's got a good point, but she's going to end up delaying it anyway. She reaches over to take his hand in hers, threading their fingers together. Anyone paying even the slightest amount of attention would notice how nervous he was, but she can't exactly point it out, either, that'd probably be even worse. So hopefully it'll help if he just remembers to focus on her, not anything else.

That, and she's never going to not fret over him.]

After all, it'd be a waste of a view if you didn't enjoy it while I sucked you off, right? [That's probably not helping his nerves at all.]

[ Probably not, but at the same time... he had to try to not release his scent at that. Releasing his scent in a fancy VIP room like this would be a disaster. But all the same, when she says that, he does find some of it leaking it - it lingers in the air, and then he swallows, pushing it back down as best he can. He closes his eyes briefly, squeezing her hand... but then he smiles.

No, he can do it. After all, he'd not been totally idle while she was out, right? She might notice there's a pen sitting on the table, and he - ]

Y-yeah, probably. [ He'll always be a little nervous ] It'd be a shame.

[A 'little' is okay, 'to an unmanageable point' is something else.]

Don't hold back too much. [Of his scent, in part because it isn't good for him, but also because she's not nearly so concerned with what would happen to the people in this room. The person in front of her is her life, after all. Everyone else can fuck off.]

Exactly.

[With her free hand she finds the well hidden pocket of her dress and pulls out a velvet box. It was too bug to be a ring, all soft black.] So before we get to that - I know it's really stupid and emotional, but. I didn't think it made a lot of sense for me to have this [The hand that's joined with Yamato's is the one with the ring, so she lifts it a bit.] without giving you something that matched, so.

[So she hands it over. It's her turn to be the visibly nervous one.]

It's way too early in the dinner ... for that. [ Probably. He shakes his head and tries to clear his mind, giving another little nervous laugh. Here they were, and she looked like a million bucks here in the VIP room. He ... didn't. But he knew that she wanted him, he knew that he had her in more ways than one. They loved each other, and they had just proven that over and over before they came down. The young man tries to focus on that, and breaking their held hands, he scoots the box closer to him with both.

... Ah. ]

I... well, that might make sense, wouldn't it?

[ His girlfriend... was he being a cop out with that? No, not really. But steeling himself of his nerves, he opens the box ]

Oh do they I didn't even account for that, amazing. I should PM you the list I had thus far

Yep! Nari has a high chance of multiple kids, Junko a low to medium. Also yes a pm would be good

Man we should have exploited that earlier in / pms you though

It's all good handwaves

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