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

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. ]

[It's the nothingness that still makes it feel somewhat hollow, but she doesn't blame Fred for that. She's certainly unable to keep paying attention to him when Yamato and Charlotte are pausing nearby. And Nariko's on top, so it's easier to just tilt her head and ...

Honestly.

Fred might be the only one to see the way she sighs, her gaze is trained on a fixed point, which is actually her ring. She's pretty sure they'll be gone soon, it's just a little moment, not that it lowers the strength of the blow.]

[ ... Ah.

What was that...

Fred wasn't sure what he should do here - should he continue here as if nothing happened, should he rock his hips more. He's still hard, it's not like he can't stop that, but he's licking his lips and rolling his head to the side.

He does catch that. And so, once the door closes behind them, and the moment passes- ] A'--ah. Ma'am?

[ He says it almost hesitantly ]

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[He should absolutely continue as if nothing happened, but when he does speak up she doesn't look upset, she restrained herself to that one gesture and now it's done. It's not as if she's upset at being left alone with Fred, after all, so there's no use in being overly emotional with him.]

Hm? [Wait a second ...] You can use my name, Fred.

[She's not going to bi- Uh, well. Metaphorically, she won't bite him for asking an honest question.]

Ah... Ah just want to make sure you're alright?

[ In a way, he's projecting. Right now, he could easily be pulled into her pace and become mindless within her scent. He's attracted to the looks sounds and smells of her enough for that, not to mention the connection they had been at least simulating there was strong as well. But right now he's internally freaking out about his mate stepping outside. Not in a way where he expected bad things from her or untoward things from Yamato. More...

More like some worry he doesn't know ow to quantify.

He side steps using her name though, asking a question he perhaps should with sincerity, pushing back her bangs ]

[ ... He doesn't have a reason to ask if she's okay, but that's a very Fred-like thing to do.]

I suppose I'm as alright as you probably are.

[Which is to say not very much, but it's not like either of them can just run out there, either.]

I don't want to stop, though. [He's hard and she's nearly there, so unless he wants to pause ...]

Ah'm...

[ As alright... as he is. Him and Yamato made this plan, so she probably didn't agree to it ahead of time in the first place. But she had seemed so willing to play along, so into the act at the onset. Was Yamato taking advantage of her? Of his mate? Of him? It didn't seem in the character of his friend, but seeing her expression and hearing her words, some doubts which aren't very much like him begin to creep into his heart.

She doesn't want to stop-- ]

Ah'm not sure I can stop entirely, but I don't think we're in the right place to finish it feeling good... yet.

Mm.

[ ... Well, that's a bit of an interesting response on his end! So she pauses and does something that's generally unwanted: She stops her scent completely. It's not exactly a pleasant thing to do, much like repressing a reflex, which means it's stuttered and feels wrong. But it's also wrong to just keep going like they both aren't in a strange mental space.]

Then we can always come back to it.

[And without Yamato's scent, which probably caused the majority of Fred's immediate arousal, or her own which was incredibly forceful by itself, it wouldn't surprise her if Fred's, ah, interest flagged a bit.]

What's wrong?

[Because it's something.]

[ ... How did she do that? Even his mother and Yamato's scents lingered in the air here, even if they were fading with their sources no longer in the room. Her own did too, of course, but nowhere near to the same extent. Still, the room did smell of lemon from him because he didn't have so much control. And his cock, even if it was flagging a bit from the shift in the air, was still inside an attractive older woman he was still into... right?

So it flags, but it's still there, and more naturally, his cheeks color.

How does he answer this...? ]

We're both a little upset, that's... all. Ah didn't see him taking her out coming, and I... I'm worried about it. [ He admits ] And you're upset too, I think.

I am, but it's for a silly reason.

[She's the older one here, so even though she's still on top of him and hasn't pulled off completely, it seems only right that she should comfort him before wallowing in her own feelings. It's sort of like putting on a kid's air mask before your own on a plane that's going down.

... Except that's not what you're supposed to do at all. But whatever.]

You have to understand that I didn't know which of my kids would become an Alpha. A year ago I'd have told you it would be Koji, maybe even Junko, if Yamato was going to be one then she'd still have something over him.

[He was, in that sense, an underdog.] As a result he's figured it out pretty late in life, neither myself nor Masaomi have really done anything to help him in that area. Honestly, I think he's too far along and too old to take any guidance from either of us. [That, and not all packs actively guided their budding Alphas before letting them out on their own.] Now he has to figure it out himself and I have to hope he stays on the right path.

[Because sometimes the best thing you can do is let a kid figure it out themselves.] He's testing himself with Charlotte, but you have to know your mother is far more intelligent and cunning than Yamato could hope to be right now. She isn't doing anything she doesn't want to, and she won't do anything that would jeopardize your relationship.

[Nariko shakes her head as if dismissing a narrative that might excuse Yamato.] That doesn't make it entirely right in the context of your friendship or why the four of us are even here, it makes sense to be upset but it's an explanation.

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