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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[ 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.]

Pretty sure it looks better on you right now.

[ Topless and wearing one of his ties. The way it rests over her cleavage and highlights the piercings while covering the bulleye just makes the whole thing a lot more ... well, alluring? Alluring is a good word. That said, this is a lot for him to do, carrying her up the stairs like this. But even so, he does manage it surprisingly well, having left his pants back down on the first floor.

Must be that strength comes from emotion, or something. Two dozen, though - ] Knowing you, you need to suck my cock as soon as we get there.

I'm keeping it on, then.

[For some undisclosed amount of time, definitely through blowing him the first (of so, so many) times, at least! It can be a very apt, physical symbol of his renewed, rightful claim over her. And since they're not quite there yet she kisses his cheek and behind his ear before she runs her teeth over the lobe and then bites a little more.]

I was gonna do it right after. [But he picked her up, so she didn't really have a chance! He might as well put her down the second they get beyond their threshold.]

It's already been too long. [It's been a day, if even that.]

[ Depending on the ear, he might have in the moon-Alpha chain on it. Or it'll be on the other ear. But for his part... ]

Yeah it's been... [ Hmmm ... ] seventeen hours? That's way too long.

[ That he has the ability to do that math is amazing, that's more her thing. He even needed to tilt his head a little (in the direction of her mouth) to come up with that. He's okay with her keeping the tie, though. ]

I'm going to get the vasectomy reversal, and I'm going to knock you up.

[ This might be a nonsequitor and there might be more to discuss, but he's putting that much out as a statement ]

Way, way too long. Impossibly.

[She doesn't how slick he was there until -] That was great! [The rigid mathematician in her is so incredibly proud and impressed by him! What a great mate, showing off even when they aren't fucking! This is the kind of posturing that creates lasting bonds, man.

Even if that totally wasn't his plan.]

Masaomi ...

[There's a part of her that just wants to bask in this overwhelming comfort and familiarity. But while Masaomi obviously inspires an nearly unfathomable amount of pure, concentrated sex there's also that goddamn sincerity. Right now it's not a good thing because she doesn't want to be the one to break what they have - again. It's aways her, isn't it? It's not like she hasn't noticed that. - but she actually doesn't want to not tell him, either.

... So she just goes for the classic response: A kiss.]

[ Kissing while you're going up the stairs is pretty hard, because lest he loose his grip on her, that might make her tumble on down. But it's something nice to have anyway, so he tries to kiss her back, going with a vigor and a fervor which he should be saving for once they actually make it to the bedroom.

... Is anyone home? Does it matter?

He doesn't see how it could be a bad thing though, she'd always wanted that, right? He had messed up by not doing it before now.

Oh well though, with her chest flush against him, he likes this ]

[Sure it's a little dangerous and she does grip him a little tighter as a reminder to, please, not drop her? But otherwise she's happy to kiss and pretty much destroy any semblance of order to his hair.

Because maybe he was right. They shouldn't have anymore, but that wouldn't bar him from having kids with someone else. Or maybe she had to convince herself so thoroughly that it only makes sense to doubt herself now. Who knows, there's a reason that it's a discussion best saved for later.

They're almost there, right?]

[ They are indeed, they are here at the bedroom and he's grinning all the more as he kicks a little at the door, trying to get it open. Ultimately, she'll probably have to disentangle herself from him enough to reach over and open the door herself, but once they're inside her bounds two more steps with her in his arms--

And then an idea hits him. Something he would have done - probably did - in their earlier days. He gets in the room and then bodily tosses her onto the bed, giving her a light throw to end up possibly sprawled on the soft mattress.

what a dicussion that'll be. ]

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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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