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

[ 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.

[ That's... that's hard to understand, but he nods, trying to picture Sawyer training much of anyone. If he had the potential, would he be trained? He doesn't know, but he doubts it. But as she explains it, he dos get a picture for one of the more popular girls at their school, Laureen. She seemed to have become more and more impossibly beautiful each year, and every time he had seen her parents or packmates around during social functions at the school, they did always seem to be encouraging her to talk with new people, and he knows for sure the rumors that she's managed to manipulate more than one teacher to pass her through without all the work done.

So maybe it was something like that.

His Ma, though... ]

But why are you upset, ma'am? [ Oops- ] That you can't help him?

[... Fred don't you know you weren't supposed to ask her that?? Honestly.]

No, ultimately he's the product of myself and Masaomi. We are both people that have had to fight in our own ways, so I trust that Yamato can fight with himself enough to figure out what kind of man he wants to be.

[It doesn't mean she won't help or insist that Masaomi continue to be a father, but by and large Yamato's beyond helicopter guidance.]

It's just that I've never been very good at sharing, I suppose. Even though pack life necessitates it, I've always wanted someone to love me, and no one else. Not ever being enough is painful, but it isn't anyone's fault.

[And of course she won't say it, but being with Yamato was different from Masaomi in the sense that the illusion was far greater. But she couldn't maintain that idea with him when she literally had to watch him walk off with someone else of his own volition.]

[ . . . no?

Honestly, he doesn't know a lot. He was polite and he was kind, but he had no textbook to this, his dear Ma has never really informed him about what he should do in this moment, and neither did anyone else in his pack. Honestly, there's a deep contradiction in her words, or at least... in the implication lingering behind them. While she wants to be loved by someone and no one else, she herself can't even be that - she herself is mated to two people, unable to commit herself entirely to one.

But it would be unkind, outside of his nature, to point that out. He isn't even sure he could work out the courage to say it and it's certainly not his right. She has to know it personally as well. And so...

If a lady's upset, you comfort her. That's what is natural to do, even if he's now panicking his way through thoughts about his mate and his al--- best friend as well. So he shifts how he holds her, his hands bracing on her shoulders harder, giving her a squeeze he hopes can be strong and comforting. And he kisses her just below both of her eyes, as if to kiss away tears he's pretty sure aren't there. ]

Ah... ah know how you feel, ma'am. For me and my Ma, I think that we're both enough for each other, or at least I hope that we are. [ But now he was having reasons to doubt it... even if he started this. Well, of the two of them. ] I know Yamato loves you so much though, more than anyone else. And... well. Fer now, ya wanna pretend with me?

[She knows it, and also knows it's part of a far greater series of events that, yes, really aren't his business. It's never been as simple as being unable to, and if you'd asked her what the one thing she never wanted to experience outside of her own mental fantasies then it was definitely being mated to two people. There wasn't anyone else in the world who wanted to have one soulmate more than Nariko Lunae.

But, then, she's Nariko Kida. So there you go.]

You are. I know it's difficult, but try not to worry about it. Charlotte isn't an Alpha but she's still going to safeguard you as much as she can. [And whether she does that as Alfred's mother or his mate is irrelevant. One could argue the instinct is the same no matter the origin.]

You're sweet to offer that, but it's enough to live in the moment. [Rather, it's going to be really depressing to pretend with a boy who doesn't feel anything for her at all. It's nice to be offered the dream, but you always have to wake up from those. So she releases her scent steadily, and sighs.]

Wanna try again?

[ Maybe that offer was too bold in the first place, because that just... wasn't something to be faked, even if they had gotten this far. He frowns briefly, both at the fact she responded so sensibly to that and because of the idea that his Ma was still outside, still out of his sight and reach. But he...

He's still pulled back into her scent, it still makes him feel high ]

If we're to live in the moment, then what if I asked you what you'd most want me to do now, Nariko? Because I'll do it now, and it'll make me feel good too to know I helped out a wonderful woman.

[Man, this is unfair. In that moment Nariko ... Pouts. She's a grown woman that pouts above a child that's nearly a whole lifetime her junior.]

Then I'd have to say something like 'look at me the way you look at Charlotte' and that might be a little contradictory.

[But, as Fred is likely parsing out, Nariko can be a very contradictory woman.]

How did you come out so genuinely amazing.

[Charlotte just needs to raise every boy, ever. They'd come out a lot better.]

Ah'm sorry ma'am, I can't do that. I'll never look at another woman the way I do my Ma. [ He says this with a painful sort of sincerity, not meant to shut her down or be mean, but to answer her look with an even expression, one he hopes can convey the honor and dignity he was meant to be raised with.

Fred was awkward, often not able to live up to his own internalized standards or those Charlotte expected, or at least those he perceived she did. He didn't have too many other people to compare to.

But he smiles all the same in the moment after, leaning in to kiss her, soft and lingering before he pulls back ]

But as long as I love someone like that, ah'm pretty sure I can come to love other people too. Uh.. [ say it- ] Nariko.

[... It's a really cruel thing to muse over all things considered but even Nariko can't understand why Charlotte would vaguely entertain someone else, even an Alpha, when she has such a loyal mate. And it's not as if neither Yamato or Masaomi are lacking that quality in the least. They just end up expressing it in very, very different ways that fit their situations better.]

Look at that, you finally said my name!

[For the first time in a while she smiles and it's genuinely pleased.] You really are great, Fred.

[He worries about living up to those standards when it seems to her that he's already met them.]

Pretty sure you're more great N-nariko. Just the kind of woman I thought I'd fall for all this time, and I'm sure we could ... get along more. Like we have been, but like-

[ Inhale, exhale ] Not just because Yamato wanted us to.

[ To prove they - no, not her, not in this context - he is more than just a plaything. Even if it's doing the same thing. He smiles for her, and he kisses her again ]

I think you're very, very right.

[Which is .... Despite her situation with Yamato and Masaomi this is what almost feels wrong, sort of like cheating. But it had been Yamato's idea, and no one was doing anything permanent! So she leans into that kiss and then ... Yanks him up a little so that it's easier to switch their positions.

It's all well and fine to let her have all the control but maybe it'll do him some good to be on top?]

[ It was petulant, he knew, and in a way he wondered if he was using Nariko to prove a point. He felt a surge of guilt when he was pulled up simply because of that. But the sentiment fades just as quick because he realizes (or perhaps rationalizes) that apologizing for being genuinely emotional was stupid. It would just insult her and the mood that they were both trying to set now. And ... if anything, perhaps he ought to apologize to Charlotte?

...

It was impossible to banish his Ma from his hart, but he tried now to banish her from his mind, kissing Nariko back and being pulled up - oh. Oh. He braces a hand on her back and shifts her so for the first time here he can get on top, try to show her what a man he could be. Into the kiss her murmurs, ]

Nariko, let's be good friends, you and I.

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

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invents a new NPC we can reference later.

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tbh this could be thread end unless we want to indulge more