masanari | [Futurelandia] An Eventful Valentines and beyond (happy new year)

[ Did he make her correct herself or did she just...? He's not sure either way, but it makes him feel that much better even as he continues at her tits. The young man tries to widen his mouth so that he can get more around her breast and then squeeze a little harder by pulling in. He manages it, and feeling vindicated for it, he gets even more of the milk. He licks around her nipples, and laps it up.

He does like it...

He's pretty sure he likes it?

But right now, so good when someone else is in control? He tries to get in a pace with her, his cock digging into a deep part of her each time ]

[Whether he likes it or not is completely beyond Nariko in those last few moments. All that matters to her is that he doesn't stop, that he keeps applying the right kind of pressure and meets her thrusts. That's the combination she needs in order to cum, and once it's there it doesn't take her very long at all.

Whatever amount of control she'd had begins to slip away as she becomes louder, inevitably drawing Charlotte's attention if even for a moment. When she cums proper it's with another cry of his name and a splatter of a mess that lands over his thighs and cock.

With absolutely no regard to how close he may or may not be she pauses for just a second, and then defaults back down to slow, lazy little thrusts that will help her ride out her orgasm slowly.]

So much better.

[You made her wait far too long, Fred.]

[ Presumably, in the course of that fairly dramatic, loud, and wanting orgasm from her, she also pulls her upper body up to arch her back if nothing else, leaving him sucking on air as she pulls ups and past him, yanking him up a little by his arms, though he relaxes into that as he notices - obviously notices - what's going on. And irrationally, even if he doesn't cum himself, he's somewhat proud.

She looked impressive like this. Wild, maybe even a little scary.

And so he murmurs out, between breaths ]

You- sucked first. Nariko.

[ So it's not all his fault. But he breathes that out in a vain attempt to be cheeky to a woman who mothered Koji and mated with Masaomi who are both in general much worse ]

[Oh, Masaomi was the kind of worse that couldn't be topped, not even by his youngest. As such Fred's little attempt just earned him a Look, one that easily fell into a smile.]

The kid's got jokes, imagine that.

[She's weirdly impressed with him right now, and that's probably why she goes right back to bucking her hips. He might as well cum one more time, right? And it shouldn't take too long anyway, unless his endurance has somehow returned!]

[ No, No it really has not caught up with him, it's not gotten anywhere special! So when she picks up the case again, he breaks out into a laugh at her commentary on his "joke" (did that count as a joke?) but it quickly devolved into a moan, tossing his head back and rolling his eyes into the back of his head. He tries to match her pace, but he just can't, there was no chance that he would. He tries even to look at her bouncing, to see what parts of her body might shift.

He wanted to impress her, and he knows - could sense, could smell - he briefly got his mate and his -- Yamato's interest earlier, could he do the same here?

Probably not, but he squeals as he reaches his end, to release his seed inside of her ]

[He doesn't have any reason to impress her, or at least not any reason that he should be concerned with! Really, all that matters is that he cums and seems to enjoy it a little more than the mindless, constant orgasms. She still rode it out a little bit, at a leisurely but fun pace - considering his sensitivity she wouldn't be too surprised if it kept him excited.]

You should probably check on your mate.

[Which would mean that Nariko has to get off of him but, eh. A few more seconds won't hurt!]

[ His mate...

That breaks, dully, though the haze of having cum so much in so many seconds. Or was it minutes? Hours? The whole thing seemed to stretch from one end of infinity to back, so it was hard for Fred to place what was the ending and what was the beginning. He rolls his head back and over to glance at his mate, seeing her wrapping her mouth around- or at least, that's all it could be, from this angle. ]

Doesn't ... she look ... distracted?

[ Plus, Nariko was still moving ]

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Mm. I suppose.

[Nariko's pretty much going to move for as long as she feels like, it shouldn't be the deciding factor of Fred's decision making, here.]

I mean, that's what you really want to see, right? So just look anyway.

[He hasn't exactly been subtle about who he's got the actual hots for, and she can work up to another round like this.]

[ That's... ]

Nariko.. Ah... Aye don't mean to offend or nothing.

[ Now he looks aghast for her to call him out on it! And actively tries not to look at his mate going down on Yamato! ]

Hm? Who said I was offended about anything?

[Don't overreact, Fred. It's a bit of a shame considering she does like the kid and you can never be so old that an unreturned feeling doesn't sting a bit but, come on. She's got Masaomi. And not even just Masaomi but also Yamato, and frankly she already knows Fred can't be important in the same way that Nariko is to her own, newer Alpha.

So why not be honest about it?]

W-well, we're... together here. So it's not -- proper. Fer a man to be ignoring or neglecting you none.

[ That said, she was still riding him out, so that was probably well handled? Still, he was a proper gentleman, the way his mother raised him! Sure, a lot of those rules had been broken for a while now, but he could at least hold to some of them, and this was definitely one of them, smiling as he looks at her face ]

Honestly, you're younger than me and to sound like you came from a different time than what I grew up with ...

[He's definitely Charlotte's son. No other young man would say anything remotely like that. She does keep riding him, though it's at a far more leisurely pace. She almost huffs a little, but decides to just lean down and kiss him.

That there's no real response to what he's said is kind of important. He's left her a little speechless, and maybe a little upset that she doesn't often end up attracted to men with such ideals.]

[ In the moment before he he's kissed, Fred tries to mutter out sorry, even if that is also wholly unnecessary. But the kiss pulls him back into it. He closes his eyes, and reaches his hands up - the both of them - to wrap around the back of her neck and head, to tilt his own to try to deepen it. She was in control here, and there was probably no getting around that, but he was also a man, right? A man ought to at least try to be firm.

So he tries to give all his passion in this kiss. It's not hard, she is after all very attractive and her scent, such as it is, is the closest and therefore arguably the most strong over him right now ]

[If he really wanted to go for it then he was free to. Nariko wasn't too high on her own pedestal to make some concessions, especially considering that Fred wasn't an Alpha - it didn't mean she wouldn't accept it if he wanted to be the aggressor in the situation. It just didn't seem his style, ultimately.

But that kiss is ... Almost enough to kind of make her wish that he was, that he did have it in. Such was the force of that old school romanticism.

In any case if he's going to kiss her passionate then she can't not do the same in response. Nariko's always been a sucker for that kind of thing, she's so distracted by it that her hips even falter a bit. ]

[ If he did, outside of his mate, Fred hasn't yet learned it. In a way, he's afraid to. He's so inexperienced, so unknown to all the pleasures of the world, and even just the pleasure of women in general, it's something deeply intimidating. Still, he's kissed his Ma so many times now, he has some degree of confidence in this...

Even if she feels different. Tastes different. He works his tongue out and probes her lips, feeling out those differences, closing his eyes and taking in the feel and the smell of her, enveloped inside of her and with his lips pressed up against hers. Fred moans a little into it, and he squeezes her in close.

This feels nice. ]

[It does. It feels incredibly nice and easy and uncomplicated, finally she's mostly unaware of Charlotte and only dimly aware of Yamato in that manner that is permanent because they're mates and she can't not be aware of him.

Right now, though, it's really easy to just let the whole world be Fred and kissing and his tongue in her mouth and hers shifting into his. It's so nice, and it might even soften the overbearing quality to her scent, something that is generally reserved for Masaomi and Yamato.

Just a few more seconds won't hurt, and then she'll get back to moving. Really.]

[ Admittedly, his inexperience does betray him in one department - he doesn't nip at her lip or tug it back or anything. But on the other hand, he wasn't trying to be sexy or enticing, he was more trying to be warm and sexual, trying to show that she was who he was paying attention to right now, as a man. The result is that he shifts his arms to be more firm on her back, on her shoulder blades and giving her a squeeze. His arms are about as strong as Yamato's even if he's somewhat smaller than the other boy all around.

His tongue curls around her own, as if he were teasing her. The scent of lemons is collecting into something more constant ]

[There wasn't always a need to be incredibly, outright sexual, the more warm and sensual approach was a perfectly valid one with her and it was working wonders, in truth. His patience makes every little touch feel far warmer and more encompassing then it might usually be and even though she's not quite moaning or going beyond a contended sigh there's a strangely pleased quality to her already devouring scent. In a sense it's answering his in the same way she responds to his tongue, tilts her head so that they can twist together in a complicated, wet arrangement.

Alright, now she has to move against him because she's suddenly a whole lot more wet than before, holy shit.]

[ The boy, at least, can follow her least. Despite having a mate who needs direction herself, he's the sort who is very easily led around, the sort whose scent betrays him as an accenting flavor to whoever he might be paired with. It's part nature - he was his mother's son, far more than his father's - and part was nurture, where that status of whose son he was is even more true.

And so he tries to match her, in both departments. Awkwardly, he tries to move his hips, but more importantly, he makes to coil his tongue with hers, try to make this a wet embrace between them ]

[It might be awkward but it's nice, it helps to change her perspective which switches her from her being a bit more overly aggressive and demanding to something a little softer, more accepting of a complimenting nature. Which only makes sense, right? She should have to tone herself down with the younger ones that weren't Yamato!

There's another warm moan, their tongues arrange after a bit of work, and it feels easier to slow herself so that she can move with his hips.

... They're kind of having gentle sex and she doesn't dislike it at all. Go figure.]

[ Should he feel like this if violating his relationship with his mate to be this kind, gentle... borderline romantic with someone else? It's something which niggles in the back of his mind, but it's quashed under the force of two Alpha scents that he's attracted to in the room, and the fact that he's deep inside of one of them. It makes him groan, and he tilts his head a little more to allow the tongues to wrap a bit better.

His hips rock against her too, his hands lazily try to run up her back, her shoulders, hair. He's trying to find the best place for them other than to brace himself ]

[That's probably a very important ethical question, and one that needs to be posed, but probably not when concerning the individual that Fred is attracted to. It's a bad set of cards to have ended up with, but no one in this room can help being how they are. What that says about how easy it is to melt into Fred's touch and they way they're moving together is beyond Nariko, or rather she doesn't want to think about it.

So ultimately finding a mutual pace isn't really that hard, the low and slow method seems to be working quite well.]

[ Low and slow in the aftermath of him cumming more times than one can count on their hand. Thee's some irony in that, but Fred isn't able to really think that far ahead, or of much of anything. He's running on feeling, instinct, and wanting to give her a good time and enjoy the feeling that has threatened to overwhelm him. It's so...

Interesting.

He almost misses the sounds of Yamato climaxing and the pop as Charlotte comes off his dick, or perhaps even as Yamato picks her up over there. He continues to rock inside of her and kiss her, running his hands over her back and her hair ]

[It's amazing what you can accomplish with a little patience and teamwork, right? Not that she'd regret essentially fucking this kid outside of the limits of his own brain but repetition with the same result is a warped form of insanity. But man does he get points for toying with her hair while they do this, it's both weirdly soothing and ... Well, 'erotic' is the only word that fits, but it's still a weird one to choose.

It's still pretty weird that a kid that isn't in her pack, that she isn't related to is giving her something that's taken most of her life to obtain.

You'd think that her tastes usually run along the lines of masochistic, almost cruel fucking this wouldn't amp her up so quickly but it's a feeling that's there, curling in the pit of her stomach and working at her nerves. But she doesn't speed up, just pants, focusing on the torture of it.

But apparently Yamato and Charlotte have ended their round so ... Good for them, she supposes. Mostly she has no desire to divert her attention at the moment.]

[ Honestly, Fred wasn't some sort of savant and it's not as if there was something strong and deep or arguably even something real between him and Nariko. Rather, this is how he was raised and how he centers his moral compass when it comes to relationship largely because he's at least been raised to assume this is what women (read: Charlotte) like. In that sense, he's stumbled into this emotional moment between them.

But it's not like he doesn't feel it too.

His heart is doing strange almost guilty flips as he continues to kiss her, pulled into her pace and her fantasy, but bizarrely aware of the footsteps of Yamato carrying Charlotte closer to them, as if it were the thumps of some giant. ]

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