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 had a fuckton to discuss, but she kicks the front door closed and doesn't care about anything but Masaomi.

It's barely five-thirty or something along those lines, no one sane is going to be awake, so they aren't going to be interrupted. This is one of the few times that she doesn't really want an audience, though that wouldn't stop her any, it's just not for anyone else, that's all.

Her fingers curl into his suit, pulling him into a kiss in the same instant that she pulls them both back towards their room. The trouble is, of course, that there's flights of stairs to get through before their room - they're probably not going to make it that far, not when she's already trying to get his pants off.]

[ It should not be assumed that Masaomi has any more control or any more plans to allow them to wait. It's the early morning and if anything, his head is starting to clear up. He got about five hours of sleep, a little more or less. For him that's enough to function for the day, or at least it is for the most part. The Tequila's processing through his system and even if he has a headache, he was still..

Still he was horny. And her own horniness was just making it worse for him, kissing her and running his hands over her chest, over her clothing. He tries to remember how to get it off, and then just mutters something which might be "fuck it" into her lips, opening his mouth in the same moment he makes to rip her top in half or off her, to free up the girls.

If she liked that one he'll apologize later. ]

[She actually does like that sweater, it's one of her favorites, but she can't bring herself to care about it in the moment, but she does actually pull away enough to get rid of the shreds and the t-shirt that had been underneath it. She doesn't really care if he rips everything she owns but at the end of the day Nariko's so used to getting her clothes off that it's almost faster to just let her do it on her own.

But once it's done she goes for his lips again, biting and slipping her tongue into his mouth - he really had way too much, but that'll fade the more into this they get, so it's fine. Everything is fine and when she gets his pants open she actually groans, immediately getting her hand between them so she could pump his dick in her palm.

Nariko stumbles a little when they back into the stairs, but at least it gets her to stop moving backwards for a few seconds.]

[ His cock's already fairly hard, and with her own attention, while she's palming his dick, it gets that much bigger and harder, makes his chest pump up that much more. His heart rate increases. Also, come on! It feels slower to let her take off her clothes because then he's not doing it. Even if he knows that she's going to just take off the rest anyway. He'll perhaps feel bad in a moment but nothing matters as much as this and kissing her, touching her.

He unhooks her bra as his tongue curls around her, swerving within her mouth and batting off her own. And with them against the stairs...

They need to go up the stairs, don't they? But that's hard? And he would need to stop touching her, not squeeze her chest. ... It seemed less swollen than afternoon last. She must've let out a lot of milk, from those pills. Maybe it would resurge though? Who knows, though, he'll just be tugging her closer by her nipples now ]

[Going up stairs is incredibly hard, and her legs don't remember how to work backward instead of forward, not when she's busy whimpering a little. The pills haven't completely worn off but they're probably not going to work as quickly this time around, not when they have to be taken on time to have their effect. That doesn't mean they aren't sensitive to the point of aching.]

Masaomi -

[Just fuck her already, but she can't even get that much out. And why is she still wearing pants? She is, and they're just as stupid as the goddamn stairs. She has to let go of him to do something about her jeans, but once the zipper is halfway down she gives up on them so they fall kind of awkwardly on her hips.]

You're such a bitch. I love you so much.

[ Were these things contradictory?

To someone else, arguably to anyone else, it might be. It might seem absurd or even abusive. But for better or worse, that their relationship was built upon was a powerful physical coupling. It was what this began with all those many years - almost twenty years - ago. They were in sync physically, impossibly perfect in their connection and need for each other. And so with his suit more or less on other than the pants which rest awkwardly around his shins and with her pants not even all the way down own her hips, he pulls her pants down more, he spreads his legs as much as he can, and makes to bodily lift her up and jam his cock into her that way, fully supporting her own weight through some herculean desire to speed up them being connected that much more.

Perhaps he'll stumble and fall or get them against a wall or the stairs, but right now he just needs to ram it into her ]

[Those things were utterly contradictory, but that pretty much summed up the both of them. They're polar opposites in too many ways. They are two people that probably shouldn't even be together, and yet they have been for so long, that something that shouldn't make sense sounds justifiably perfect to her. Nariko kicks off her jeans, leaves herself in one ballet flat so that it's easier to open her thighs and brace on his shoulders as he's suddenly jamming right into her cunt without any warning or preamble.

And it's good. Fuck is it so damn good and completing to just be so ruthless and almost cruel about it. She wants to say that she loves him back because she does. She loves Masaomi more than she loves herself, but all Nariko can really get out is a helpless sort of moan and a wild buck of her hips, one arm is wrapped around him but the other is trying to press into the wall beside them as if it might help take some of her weight off of him.]

[ Wall. Wall would be good. Masaomi steps with her still in his arms and pushes her in towards the wall to get her up against it as they continue to fuck. If only because bracing himself and herself would allow him to move that much faster and that much harder. He moans as well, grinning to feel her... moving.

Amazing. This feels so -

It's so complete and... ]

You love my dick, you love my body and my mind and my heart but you'll never be able to live without this cock!

[ He babbles ]

[Is that true, though? Of all those things that he listed, is that the one thing that defines whether she can or cannot live without Masaomi? It's - Well, she knows the answer, and she knows what she has to say, too, which isn't a lie, either.]

Yes. [The wall is a lot easier, she can rest against that, and pull at his hair, at one hip. He babbles and there's no sense in trying to stop that, not that she really wants to, either. It's familiar and it's him, incredibly Masaomi in every sense of the term.] I love you [She really, truly does.] and I love your cock!

[Especially when he's going at her as if they haven't seen one another in weeks.]

[ In all honesty... he doesn't know. He's actually mildly terrified to know in some ways, but he's at least pretty certain, and lately he's been slowly growing more certain every day that this isn't the case. That she is the love of his life, he always knew that, but that he is also hers. That for whatever stumbling blocks they have, that while a large part of their relationship is physical, and this ritual of theirs reflects it...

It's not all that.

It never was.

But maybe the other part is stronger now ]

Of course you do! [ He's grinning now, looking quite the fool for a moment as he pulls back enough for her to see it, and then leans in to pull into a more ragged kiss as they continue to push at the wall ]

And I've never-- will never tire of this perfect body of yours! Made- made for me to fuck it, your cunt's sculpted for me and these tits feel so weighty against me! [ He would kiss the bulleyes if the angle allowed for it, so instead he goes to chomp on her ears ]

[It used to make her so happy to know that he was so enamored with her body. In a way it made sense to want to be validated, to need to be wanted that way above everything else. But the thing is that even if he won’t ever tire of her he … Sort of has. For her there’s no denying that. If he was still as hopelessly addicted to her as she was to him, emotionally, then he wouldn’t fuck other people. He wouldn’t want to have children with other people. She can accept her title as a bitch and allow that to sit beside real love.

But it’s contradictory to be made for him when he doesn’t want to be made for her. Maybe it’s just that after damn near twenty years everything doesn’t get to remain the exact same.

Who knows.

She doesn’t say anything in response to that, just nods, and whimpers when he bites her ear, it’s one sound to join all the others that are growing in volume the more he thrusts into her. Her scent doesn’t falter, if anything it continues to grow and mold into his, giving that desperate edge to their fucking.]

[ Nothing about them was the same though, and really the fact she had mated with another man made these proclamations all the more false. Not even as much from his end as just... in general.

But it's not like they were false, either. Not entirely.

He can't pick up on her mood, but a nod in the midst of it all, it's clear the act is played out, at least a little bit. He knows a failed bit when he sees it, and -- and while he would babble more, he doesn't have a strong edge now, it doesn't feel like the time for ridiculous plays, even if he loves those ridiculous plays. Are they gone now? Do they no longer have meaning? There's a lot of fears he seems to encounter almost daily these days and it's absurd.

But what he knows is simply, right, is that her scent didn't falter, his own doesn't either. And with a growl which might reflect some of his inner confusion but all of his need to make her his, he gives a particularly hard thrust into the wall and becomes even faster, more desperate. He claws at her sides and tugs at her nipples, he bites down at her neck, and he resolves to shoot her full of his seed ]

[Yeah, it's probably that. It's difficult to believe those plays when she just came from being with someone else, and when it wasn't just a one-off, harmless sort of thing. Maybe it'll all come back with time, maybe it's something about them that might have to change in some form or another. It's not even that she doesn't enjoy hearing it, so long as he's genuine, he didn't really need to stop. But he did, so -]

Masaomi - [It's hard for her to talk right now because good god the man has speed on his side and she's already edging towards an orgasm and it's been, what, five seconds?] Before - at Christmas - it's like you were going to take his head off -

[In that moment where Yamato had fully slipped into his Alpha instincts, where Masaomi's had gone wild with that fight or flight instinct, the fact that even now he always seemed to lean on the former.] That's still -- Is it?

[Does he still feel that way?]

I don't--- Know yet! Which... do you want?

[ Which is a bit of a lame deflection but... would she coddle this other mate of hers, would she defend him even if it meant she needed to fight him? But he answers her sincerely, still growling a little as he builds himself up to a quick orgasm of his own. Because she felt so good, and yes, perhaps the smells on her made him want to be that much more vicious, to make a territorial point. ]

[Good. He should be vicious, he should be angry and pissed and determined, he should be her goddamn Alpha.]

I want you to fight! [For her, mostly. Don't just roll over and rely on the basics the second someone actually meets his dare, that's not the person who got her the first time, seventeen years ago, and so it stands to reason that it won't exactly work now.] I want you to want me enough to figure it out!

[It's very rare that she pushes at him like this, Nariko's long buried her Alpha tendencies and it's true that even now she's not working against him, she's just a lot more heated, a lot more aggressive because, frankly, she doesn't know how else to communicate it to him. He can have the plays and the games when the stage itself isn't fucked up, when it doesn't feel like he'll just give up on them because it's not so simple anymore.]

I can't be without you - I don't want to be without you, so - Don't go anywhere! [She's a mess, but god she hopes he gets it. She hopes he kind of understands.]

[ ... What was he ever afraid for?

It's because Yamato was his son, because Yamato had been her legitimate mate, that she cherished and n doubt loved. No doubt said she couldn't live without and no doubt intended to have children with him. He was afraid that she would take offense to him fighting with the other boy -- no, the man. The other alpha. That if he struck out with all the threats of violence he might want to go with that it would forever shatter his relationship with her and with the other man.

But then, his relationship with Yamato has utterly changed anyway. There was no reason to fear, because Nariko... Nariko would accept anything in him, he's pretty sure. anything except weakness. And so he growls again and this time slams his arm down so hard next to her head that he actually makes a small dent in the wall. And he looks crazed now, his scent redoubling. And he's finding it now, winding himself up - towards the primal note ]

What's there to even figure out?! Huh?! There's some more details, but the basic one's simple, I've got to fuck you so hard you forget that other bastard's name, let alone his dick!

[ A new play, or sincere. He sure sounded sincere as he worked himself to his first orgasm ]

[It's not as if she'll condone violence but it's not in the pack nature to take familial ties into consideration the same way she inevitably does. Yamato's a very quickly budding Alpha, he's going to butt heads with Masaomi in some form or another, whether Nariko was in the middle of it or not. So while she won't approve of any gross misuse of violence she won't ... Well, she can't get on his case about either. If another woman was doing the same thing to him Nariko would probably choke the life out of them in a heartbeat.

He's wrong, though, she would accept his weakness as well. She just wouldn't accept the idea that he couldn't pull himself out of it, as he's quite literally just done. Knowing all of that doesn't prepare her for his sudden movement and for a very brief second she's more alarmed than aroused, but it doesn't last long.]

Yes - Exactly. [It's a really weak response because she's incredibly fucking turned on right now, more than she can really remember being with Masaomi in ... A long, long time. If this is a play then it's a really damn good one, she can't help answering his scent, and even though she's the one pressed into the wall she sort of pushes herself forward a little, kissing him wildly, grinning stupidly because, gods, the first time it happened she hadn't known what it all was. Now, though - now she knows he wants claim her, and she wants it, too.

There's probably no better feeling in the whole world.]

[ Masaomi's scent demands fealty and inspires sincerity - it's probably the best environment on one hand to cultivate another budding Alpha, and it's on the other hand a worse. He has an oppressive thumb, it's in his nature. But on the other hand, the most sincere outpouring of an Alpha is to demand their own ways of control, their own need to have people that they influence. But by the same token... Perhaps, when everyone had sworn themselves to you, it's easy to get complacent, it's easy to fetishize the idea that you would be challenged simple because there's been so few external challenges.

His weakness, both with Yamato and (he realizes) with Nathan has been inexcusable. It's been inexcusable and it's been wrong, both to his own ethics and to the way the pack structure works in general. And while he's unable to process it right now, he's benefiting a lot from Nariko's own scent, from that same scent that demands the whole room focus on her, but more to them moment, it inspires strength.

Why wouldn't people fight over her? And why has he not done it more?

A million different ideas fold into his head and his scent explodes, filling the room with a throbbing, primal sort of scent he's not done since... well, since last night. But Nariko might recognize it as something that hasn't been done in years, even if shades of it appeared elsewhere, such as then he apologized at the funeral. ]

[He's completely different from Yamato, though that doesn't immediately cross her mind it's true. Their son was incomparably warm, somehow, even if he was moving with urgency, even if he was requiring something humiliating he projected a kind of security that, to be frank, Nariko had always wanted. Maybe that's the kicker when it comes to all of this - it's about fitting parts together, about pairing people based on their natural inputs and outputs. The issue is that she fits Yamato as well as she does Masaomi, because he's demanding on as many fronts as she is, but it's easy to follow him, it's natural.

And the reality is that Nariko could really stand to be a lot more honest and sincere in general, with herself and with other people. It really is something she's always loved about him. So it's really no surprise that when he hits that note she's done for, for as unbreakably fierce as she is in her own right, and for as vicious as she can be Nariko is still the type of person who can be tamed into following just as much as she can be comforted back into leading beside someone again.

It's a mess, really.]

Alpha! [She's not even using his name, it's too complicated, anything that isn't her very quickly approaching orgasm and the concentrated, almost high octane thread of her own scent answering, reacting to his, is too fucking complicated.] Please, please - More! [Who knows when one of her hands found his shoulder blades, but the other is actually over his tattoo gripping onto it while the other tears into the skin of his back as if it might stave off the inevitable, as if they'd really stop after just one go around.]

[ Why do they have clothes on? That's one of the thoughts drifting somewhere in the back of his mind because it means that her nails and her hands are going through the jacket and the shirt of his suit. A suit that she gifted to him and thus it would be a shame to destroy. But -

Really--

Really, this is what was meant to be, and if he could see her mind, he would actually almost resent that she can still recall the other man's name. But that just means he needs to pick up his pace, he needs to do better. Seeing no way he could change up his thrusts from this position, he instead shifts his hands from the wall to get caught up in her hair, to yank on it as he approaches his own first orgasm. He'll demand a lot more of her, but - ]

Come on! Give me-- [ Her cum? A show? Who knows, he shouts it though as he himself... was he going to cum at the same tim as her? Or would she? And would he keep moving after she did ? ]

[Who knows. Clothes are incredibly stupid and overly invasive somehow, she'd rip his off if she could but her mind just isn't there, so she has to settle for clawing through fabric. And even though he doesn't finish his sentence she nods, because he might be asking for a show or for her to go first or for the moon, whatever it is she would give it to him. Right about now she would give him everything, anything he asked for.

Cumming is a good place to start since it happens whether she much likes it or not. Nariko goes first, and for her it doesn't matter whether he follows her or not, she just doesn't want him to stop, she wants him to find all of his pleasure from her. It's nice to cry out the whole time but she wants to tell him as much, but can really only pull at his hips with one hand, the other lost in his hair without any grip to it.]

Masaomi - !

[She loves him - or more. Somehow it's more than that and she ... Well, if he could still look into her mind he'd know that no one else, not even their children, existed for her in that moment.]

Nariko!

[ And he sucks in some air, trying to find some place where he can draw out more words, convey something more substantial to her, something which can give her a command to get up the stairs, or invite himself into a different position. But they can get to all that in time, right now he just wants to solidify his claim, to make it clear his possession of her. And as such, grunting as he himself pushes towards his own first orgasm of what will no doubt be many, shoves up particularly hard and grunts out, - ]

Mine!

[ There. And tugging at her hair, gritting his teeth a little, and giving two more big thrusts, he releases, shooting a wide shot of his seed deep inside of her ]

[It sounds so incredibly right.]

Yes. [His - why had she ever thought she belonged to someone else? Who was there to belong to? It was impossible to think about, she had no understanding of a world outside of Masaomi or, hell, their damn walls.] 'm yours - I belong to you - my Alpha, my Masaomi! [Apparently it was her turn to ramble, manic and hurried.] I exist for your sake, for whatever you want, completely, there's nothing else I could be!

[Had she thought there was some other option? No, of course not. Absolutely not.

Even though she's barely got any sense in her Nariko finds the buttons of his shirt, hands weak, but she's getting his clothes off dammit! The better connected they can be the more complete she'll feel, the closer they'll be, the whole world will be improved for it.]

[ Having cum once now, his head clears just enough that he can pant and kiss at her cheek, around her lips, down her neck. He should... they should go somewhere else. Their room is up the stairs, right? They should go there. And so Masaomi, grunting and finding a surprising amount of strength in this moment -

He slides out of her (man that feels bad) but then makes to bodily pick her up so he might carry her up the stairs and towards their room. She can keep unbuttoning him, though. He doesn't mind that ]

Damn-- right! Now come on, I've got to fuck you about a dozen more times!

[His exit makes her wince, and it's only her good sense - definitely not her pride - that keeps her from asking if he could just, y'know, stay in her the whole time. Through at least two flights of stairs if not more! It's a pretty difficult task for anyone, even Masaomi, so she pushes through, allowing herself to be carried.]

Two dozen.

[That can be the goal!

For the trip to their bedroom she does find the coherency to deal with his shirt, but it has to hang there uselessly until they've made it to where they need to be. His tie, though? She can get rid of that.]

I always loved this one.

[It's cute and it suits him, weirdly enough, so it earns a place around her neck.]

Probably after they talk and settle a little bit so it might be later in the afternoon for them?

Yeah that makes sense to me, fucking, talking, nap, Lana.

Yep!!

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Damn Masaomi.

Tbh even I felt refreshed there it seemed better

No kidding 8'l good to know he can still be unfairly impressive

Yeah and it fits for things here

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