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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Eeeeh... I guess four girls would end up with everything being pretty messy, it's true! [ He entertains himself in his moment by tugging around her nipple rings again. He is lost in the fantasy, but as he looks her over, as he plants a kiss and then trails down her neck for the hundredth time as he continues to rock his hips, building it up again...

He's probably not seeing the same thing she sees.

And so he tries to pull her back into the fantasy. ]

So come on, if it's a boy, what's his thing, or do I need to sell it to you?

It's going to be messy with three.

[But she feels somewhat more prepared to handle that many, if nothing else.

It's his fantasy, though, which is just fine with her. Being touched could be enough for her, after all, but the question itself is - it's not embarrassing but she does laugh, and it's more at herself than him.]

You'll think it's stupid.

[Which, y'know, it kind of is, but she can't exactly help any of it, not that it takes away from the actual problem. She lifts her hips and has to refrain from pulling him into another kiss, mostly because her desire to fuck is beginning to outweigh any desire to talk.]

Even if I do, I'm still asking you to say it.

[ He can read the mood though, he knows he's getting to the end of talking here. And even if he is... even if they go at it or need to go to the shower or change position or just go at it like this again, he knows that if it's some fantasy for her, there's at least a good chance it'll rev her engines in preparation for the next round anyway.

Messy with three...

It's true. Not to mention the potential for others-- ]

[She pouts at him, but it's a fair enough point, and there's no getting out of saying it, if there was then he'd have given it to her already.]

I want him to be sweet. [Wow it sounds even worse out loud.] Just stupidly, hopelessly sweet to everyone. That's all.

[Basically she wants Alfred Greenlie for a son! Which is ironic in so many ways.]

[ Alfred Greenlie was sexually repressed. ... Or well, was? He's not anymore, and Masaomi wonders how it'll change the boy. But a part of him wonders if that means that Yamato or Koji aren't sweet... enough. Okay he's not sweet enough and he knows it. And Koji's not. So that leaves in the house like Yamato (who she might ideally not remember) and Octavio?

Oh well, that's...

It's not stupid, but in his mind he doesn't see how it's at least sexy, which makes the transition that might sillier. So he grins and sort of curves the direction a little. ]

His sisters will eat him alive.

[ But that said, he wants to change up the position a little. He can pull her in towards him and lift one of her legs ]

[Octavio is definitely sweet, and it's absolutely why he's her favorite out of The Idiot Trio. The guy could be lacking in physicality and she'd still want to bang him anyway. He makes her smile a lot and he doesn't overthink things. That's something you can't teach people, but they can be taught to be better in bed or make up for other shortcomings.

But, yeah, it's not something that would produce a noticeable reaction on Masaomi's end. She knows it's something he doesn't understand. So she laughs, because that's probably true, but it doesn't change her answer.]

That's what parents are for. [To mediate. But her answer is distracted, because she can't move until she knows what he's doing, but if it leads to more fucking then she's on board with it, simple as that.]

Oooh, so we aren't met to let nature run its course?

[ His answer is similarly distracted, but it's obvious what he's doing, probably! He's intending to lift her leg and get her on her side to go in more that way! More of a pretzel position. Nothing too different, but it gets him inside differently in his position, able to go in deeper like he might from behind but still able to see her face. Something he definitely wants to continue for now. if it's not obvious though he can explain. ]

No, I think we're meant to make sure nature doesn't eat our offspring.

[Or that their offspring doesn't attempt to burn down nature. One or the other.

But once she's leaned one way Nariko gets his idea, and moved fully onto her side and helping him lift and twist her body. The stretching required in all of it is fun, in a way, it's a different kind of strain to put on her body. Just ignore how closely she's watching, Masaomi, she's just ... Really, really eager. Because there's no way that talking about domesticity and kids doesn't turn her on, so he was certainly right before.]

I feel like the second daughter would be the one to really dig into him.

[ He said this in a distracted way... but at the same time, he's finding purpose and focus in it. At the same time, his lips are quirking up some more, because this sort of talk is... it's different, but it's something he's finding he's liking. Grand scale, potentially awful fantasies which make the Alpha in him throb. And speaking of, looking at her like this and seeing her spread, he groans, pulling his cock out so he can poke the head right back in and position himself. He looks down at her face with a smirk, and giving her leg a small tug, he slides into her. Slowly at first, but building up ]

Ah -

[These hypothetical children haven't even been born and, frankly, run a high enough of chance of never being born at all. So it's kind of hard to know what to say to that when he's easing back into her from a new angle, when she can enjoy the feeling of being put right all over again - physically, at least.]

You'd probably let her get away with it.

[ They will exist if he has any breath left in his body, okay. But at the same time...

Well...

Right now, the star of the show was them. So yes, he would probably let her get away with it and he laughs a little to cement that, guilty (though in the moment, he might reconsider, maybe having aged before then) but all the same, he decides to let it kinda waft out unless she wants to bring it back. So instead ]

But- no matter what I feel or predict, what's important now-

[ And he picks up his pace now, increasing the speed and depth at which he thrusts. His hands rove forward, finding her shoulders and then lightly pressing on her neck - not for any real pressure, just enough to show some domination and tenderness ]

Is for us to enjoy ourselves.

[It's impossible to avoid a little thread of guilt herself because that does feel like a concession on her part. She should kind of suck it up and just handle it, put on a very, very good play even if it's not something she feels entirely. But, then, it's nice of him too, to just let it be for now. It's not the most run of the mill form of sweet but it is Masaomi's, and she does love that part of him.

... She really, really does love him, no matter what conversations might follow whenever they're done enough to talk.]

Masaomi -

[His name comes out right before he's got a grip on her throat. And it doesn't matter how many times he does it, she still shudders as if it were the first time, though there's absolutely no fear in it now, just pure adrenaline. The near violent increase of her scent says that he sure as hell knows how to help her enjoy herself.]

And--! And if I know anything about his body of yours! [ His scent swells to match her own, his tongue hanging out a little as he punctuates his sentences with particularly hard thrusts. He's begun to put on a show now, mostly ... a show just for her. Something to push back from that little concession he gave her, because he does find pleasure in their connection and he wants to make it go even harder, even longer. He doesn't put more pressure on her neck yet, but he does keep his hands there, grinning madly at her ]

I'd say I've actually been too soft on it for a while!

[ And now, he licks his lips, pulls his hands back and - gives her a slap on the face. Not near as hard as he could, but he recalls her once saying, perhaps a little drunk, that might be something to give her more adrenaline if nothing else ]

So come on, let's try to break you this year!

[If being a little mean makes up for the concession then he's more than welcome to fuck her like a street ally whore, she'd welcome it on every single level. Because even after so long she loves that look he's got, the demanding nature, it's not the sort of thing that should make her want to spread her legs and show every possible form of obedience there is, but that's just how it goes, how she was wired long before she and Masaomi ran into each other.

So hitting her, especially without any real force or genuine anger? It does feel good. Sure, she still makes a little sound that could be interpreted as pained to someone else but her expression doesn't match it - there's a hazy lust to her eyes, and she flushes and suddenly, almost awkwardly tries to shift onto his cock. She's only gonna get wetter.]

That's a - a good goal!

Glad! [ Hard thrust ] You-- [ Thrust ] Agree! [ Hard thrust. And he smacks the other cheek now before bringing that hand down her arms to grab hold of her wrist and pull it in towards his lips. It's really his fetish to have his fingers sucked, but that's not his goal right now. His goal is one little offending item on her person, something he can show a great deal - almost a risky deal - of dominance through.

Namely, it's the hand with Yamato's ring on it, and he pulls it up towards his mouth so as to bite her finger and try to scrape the ring off. He intends to pull it off with his teeth and then inoffensively but with great prejudice spit it onto the bed next to them.

All the while looking wild, spirited ]

[Every moan grows louder and louder, like an answer to his three punctuated words. When he slaps her again she actually moans this time, and almost doesn't mind the fact that he's pulling on her hands for some reason. She really doesn't care about anything so long as he keeps fucking her, except - well she thought that was the except he's - he's not really going to --

Apparently he is. Her ring slips off of her finger and for just a second there it feels wrong. It feels like she's lost something, but there's also something else here to. Fuck.

.... She hears it bounce on the carpet, so it can be found later. Ultimately her reaction is mostly a doe-eye confusion that settles back into arousal once it's done. That he gets away with doing this is no small matter, it's as much proof he can have of her not remembering a certain someone's name, short of getting into her head.]

[ That look in her eyes was something special, it really conveyed the level of connection they feel, how utterly taken with him and his scent he is. How much he was dominating this moment and her. and taking in their wild, violent scents, he growls and shoots his hands back up in front of him, going first to her abdomen and then up to her tits, squeezing them then pushing the great expanded mounds down. He slides his legs a little, and in so doing shifts his position inside of her ever so slightly.

He pounds her, planning to drill his long dick as far in her as he can and as fast as he can, overwhelming her with stimulation, getting her screaming, clawing. Making her make oaths and half-finished promises which can only barely make sense to human ears. And he will do just that, his own expression clarifying the point ]

[Is it just a play? Just something he's doing for the moment? She worries about it for a fraction of a second, which is already more than she should have wasted on thinking of anything but his cock and the fact that she belongs to him. She's his to fuck and toy with, that she ever thought about telling him no was beyond her now. That would just be ... It's impossible.

His goals are much more reasonable, though! When he's burying himself so thoroughly inside of her cunt that she's not entirely sure where either of them begins or ends, then it's only a matter of seconds before she's pulling at their expensive sheets. It's mostly to keep herself in place because otherwise she'd buck in place, be difficult to manage not on purpose but because there's just too much pleasure in her body, it's the sobbing, hysterical kind, after all, and she's never built up a tolerance for it.

If nothing else they'll wake up the whole house and everyone's going to be reminded of where they both actually belong.]

[ As if all of this could be a play. Masaomi might have his plays and some of them might even have gone into the last few rounds... but right now he's wholly serious, focused on breaking her in various ways. There has to be more that he can so, but as he watches her squirm, he knows he's already doing a lot. And you know, why doesn't he do it like this more often?

He should.

And so he continues with this ferocity and this pace, with the big change being that he slides a hand up the side of her face to pull at her hair, yanking the head up to face him a bit more, so he can see her tear stained eyes and hear the shouts right in his ears, getting deafened by them ]

[Maybe it would have felt wrong considering some of the stuff that's gone on, namely the entire long, aggravating business with the funeral. But those are wounds that have pretty much healed and, frankly, she'd be perfectly fine with going back to being used like a personal fuck doll. If nothing else it makes her feel wanted for the right reasons, without complications or anything longstanding.

There's got to be some weird irony in being freed by near violent fucking.]

Masaomi! [His name comes out all wrong, she can't control the volume of each syllable, and the grip on her hair is enough to hurt, but it pairs oh so well with the fading throb of her cheek.] Cum - [She's either asking him to or asking for permission, either one is a fair shot, to be honest.]

[ There's other things to consider when they wake up and rejoin the real world, their kids and the pack, the fact he's been kind of a dick to and about her brother among them. But right now...

Well, right now he feels liberated too. The feeling isn't entirely dissimilar to last night, but it's somewhere and with someone more right for it, and in that respect he too feels vindicated, powerful, and more like who he was meant to be. Being concerned about his pack was necessary being a father was important, but he's gotten too far away from this being he was now over time.

So he was violently fucking her. And he would laugh at that, but there's no breath for it. Instead he grunts and- ] Cum-- [ Was he saying she could, or that he would? Well, he will soon, he's cycling a little faster now, his blood pumping ] Fill up!

[If it could be said that anything was missing, then maybe it was that. Being the sorts of people they were when they were together, just the two of them.

It's very likely she was trying to warn him because she doesn't want to be so far off the mark from him this time. It's a silly thing to need to cum with him, to feel entirely connected in that moment, but it's what she wants - almost needs to feel with her mate right now, it feels like another way of proving to him that nothing has actually changed. Because it hasn't. She can't function without Masaomi today anymore than she could after the first time they went at each other like rabid animals.]

I - [She loves him. She loves him so much, her mate and his cock, and how she's complete with him. But that's all incredibly difficult to tell him in the very last few seconds of her self control - screaming is a lot easier, she doesn't attempt to lower her volume. Nariko visibly tries to refrain until the very last possible second, which means that she cums with an absolute, over-pleasured sob. She's not going to be done for a good few minutes.]

[ There is a part of him, even now, which would feel some sense of proprietary machismo to cum after her and push on through. But that part of him is stupid and for moments which aren't so passionate and violent, it's something developed after the fact, the trick of an aging conqueror. Right now, he's just living in that same moment they were meant to be in, and that they began in. He can barely see straight as he is deafened by her scream, and it might as well be without any feeling but touch as he grips her hair hard enough to yank some out and in towards his chest even as he twists and cums as well.

He orgasms in the midst of her convulsions, moaning out her name in a long, somewhat pitchy noise as he too lets loose entirely. He'll be wasted as well, but there's no way that they shouldn't savor this! If anything, while is orgasm is drawn out and there's a lot of semen, he's merely a little regretful his won't last as long as he own just due to biology.

But he keeps moving for as long as there's life in her ]

[She doesn't really have an understanding of time. It's a concept that's entirely outside of her brain, and she feels better off for it. So if he's really keeping up with the wild bucking of her hips then his endurance certainly hasn't faltered in eighteen years because it's a good extra two minutes of reactions before her nerves finally short out and allow her body to come down from her high.]

Oh god.

[She can barely function properly right now but there's a stupid, absolutely loving smile on her face and in her eyes. So that was one hell of a callback to how they used to fuck!]

Best. [He is. Just him, no one else. It's a little weak but she pulls at his arm to try and get him a little closer. She wants to kiss and suck his cock in the same instant somehow, but the motor skills aren't there yet, so maybe the former is enough.]

My Alpha.

[And there's something that slips back into place in her brain, she can almost feel it - the nervousness of telling him how she really feels about kids, the concerns about how consistently other women change his mind and his feelings but she hasn't been able to in so long ... Those things fall away, and leave behind what matters. It's a nice moment.]

You're... best.

[ That's what comes out of his mouth as he's pulled down, as he's pulled into the kiss and tries to move his leg a little so he's not bending her one leg at a weird angle. Still, there's probably not helping that. As long as she sincerely understands his love for her, how she's the best fuck and best mate and just the favorite companion of his. Someone who he could never do without.

That was a good fuck though, so she probably does.

Right now, she wants to kiss him, and he's trying to keep up with kissing her back, grinning in his own delirious way ]

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so hey, wanna get the mom swap thread going?

Oh yes I would love to get that going.