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

[ His lips quirk into a bigger and bigger smile with each step they take, as their bodies become more and more entwined and as their scents clash, collect, and merge. She might fill the house on the regular, but his own isn't far behind now, the potent force of the house's Alpha setting claim to his domain again and chief among it, his mate. Someone who he was connected to in every way imaginable. And this was needy, this was romantic, and -

He grins as he yanks her hair to connect their lips again, a short peck before he braces his hands on either side of her head, responding to her, ]

I love you, I love you, I missed you, I need you.

[ And he stumbles to push them into a wall now, her back to it as he feels his cock throbbing under her touch ]

[The wall is a miracle right now and she's dumbly grateful to have something to brace on because he can't even say he loves her innocently, that seems to make her wetter, too just like the pull of her hair and that short kiss did. She groans and kisses him again, a little sloppier this time while she speeds her hand up.]

Yours. [His, his, his, to such an extent that he doesn't even have to need her - she's right there for him, however he wants. If he wanted to take her in front of the whole pack and make them suffer through their chemistry the whole time she wouldn't even think twice. They'd practically set them all on fire.] Fuck me?

[It's voiced as a question because, well, he's her Alpha, this is a situation where he tells her what to do, because Nariko wants to blow him just as much as she wants him back inside of her again where he belongs. But if he wants to tease her, be awful? That's his right, after all.]

Yes.

[ Yes, yes, a million times yes. It's true he wants one of her trademark blowjobs, he wants to have her to it with her tits and he wants to tease her. He wants to do it up her ass and do it everywhere - show her off and savor every minute of it even as he goes it rough, wildly, and without stopping. He's sure by now most everyone here smells them . . . But there was no chance he could do that for the first round. He was her alpha, and she was his - but he was also needy, and he needed to fuck her, needed to be back where he belonged...

There was no way she was wearing panties now. He trusted that in her. And so he moves aside whatever's over her legs as he lifted one of them, positioned his dick, and with a reverent but quick movement shoved up inside of her ]

[He knows her all too well - there's no point in wearing panties anymore. They're just a waste of time for Nariko, and she sure as hell didn't need them the moment he sent that text, presumably from the doctor's office. She also did them both a favor by wearing a pretty well fitted, but overall loose skirt. All he had to do was go for it and he did, and the cry she let out wasn't human so much as animalistic.

Yes, he's right where he belongs and she's so happy that it feels maddening.]

Alpha. [Hers, hers, hers, no matter who else he fucked or knocked up or whatever the hell else crossed his obscenely creative mind. This is the man she's supposed to be with and loves more than anything, everything else is just noise.] Th-Thank you!

[For fucking her, for being here, for letting her be the first - even if it was the most natural thing - all of the above, really.]

Nariko. Sorry to keep-- you waiting.

[ Or maybe he should have thanked her? After all, she was his. ... and he was hers. Even if he was dominant, there's some equality here. He was always meant to meet her, their hearts and biology were perfect. And so he delivers an oddly tender kiss as he starts to thrust up hard against her, setting a brisk, hard pace against the wall, his eyes swimming with so many passions.

This is home. It's the most natural thing in the world. ]

[It's such a Masaomi-like response, though, that there's no use in second guessing it. The only t hing she can do to express that is smile, shake her head slightly. It doesn't matter if she has to linger around the sidelines for a while, whenever it's possible Nariko's going to be at his side again, quicker than anyone else. That's just how it's supposed to be.

Even though he's undoubtedly jolting her body in place she gets her hands on his face, as if he might really dare to look away from her. There's a lot she wants to say but can't, because the physical sensation of being fucked is so much more important than anything that could be done with her voice.]

[ As if he would ever look away from her.

He probably should be more tender than all this, and there's a fair chance he will, but right now he's showing his affection with their oldest ritual - which is to say that right now as he works her up against the wall, brutal and perhaps a bit too fast he was trying to pop her hips. Or so he tells himself - because even as he does that and his hands muss into her hair or against the wall, his eyes are locked entirely on her own, a warm smile tinging at them.

He was sorry, of course. He did miss her, of course.

They were meant to be... of course.

And this first round will no doubt be a blurr as he's lost in her eyes ]

[He shouldn't be anything what he is - it's not as if she'll break anytime soon, and now there's no reason to doubt that he wouldn't choose to be gentle later on, when they aren't burning at both ends. Right now there's a complete relief in the quickness of it, she wouldn't have the patience to appreciate it if he went slow and drew it all out. But, good god, she's meant to ask him since their trip if he knows exactly how forceful he can be with those eyes of his, it's almost cruel.

But she enables him by refusing to close her eyes, even though they flutter when she feels that immediate sense of pressure. Yeah, this round isn't going to last long at all but it wouldn't be their usual ritual if she didn't try to head it off a little, right? Or maybe she simply doesn't have it in her to let go as easily as she should.

Either way she pulls him in for another kiss, more passionate than rough, toying with his bottom lip.]

[ This is also his first round in a full month - there's no way he was ever going to last that long. In fact, as he gets excited and is pulled into that kiss, grunting as he does and breathing his name on her lips - well... it's all he can do to hold back a little. But in that same moment that he tries to hold back, it stings. He makes a noise about that into the kiss, and then breathes out, ]

My bad.

[ Because he's going - to cum. He hopes she does too or this might be one of those few times his pride is hurt by quick-shotting. He at least tries to match the kiss. Because his cheeks did color at the rest of it, even if he was proud of the eye thing.

... Cruel?

He should be asked about that though ]

Nah.

[What an award winning response. It's probably the kiss that does it for her aside from the most obvious, but it's almost like being given permission, or she doesn't have near as much control of herself right now as she liked to think! A month is a long time, and it was easy to forget how thoroughly Masaomi could undo all of her talent.]

Just - Just do it!!

[Because judging by the thinness of her voice and the jerking buck of her hips they'll probably go at about the same time, if not exactly.]

[ Just do it.

And so he will. Grinning, sweating, and generally looking a bit bashful but incredibly self-satisfied, Masaomi sucks in air, gives her one less pack, and then grunts out her name before giving himself one hard, final, climactic thrust against the wall, shaking whatever might be resting on there as he does. And he also- ]

Here you-- go!

[ His first (in a while) shot with seed in it. He'll get her pregnant yet! Even if they didn't really discuss that ]

[Yeahhhh, about that whole pregnant thing ... They should have a talk about it ... She's totally gonna bring that up once the moment presents itself!

Which isn't now, obviously, because she's busy taking his cum and letting her nerves unravel right along with his.]

Man.

[She kind of sinks against the wall, lets one arm drop to rest around his neck.]

... It's been a while.

[Nariko is so happy that it might as well roll off of her skin and form waves. Which, it's probably doing just that, so if anyone in this house was stressed they probably aren't anymore!]

A small lifetime.

[ Masaomi agrees, his won relief palpable, even if he's just as easy to get back in it and show that he can indeed cum many more times. They should probably get off the wall, move a bit further towards their room... but he doesn't want to move. He doesn't want to pull out of her. Still, he laughs a little in a mildly self-depreciating way.

Man, it was way too long there. ]

Let's not do it again.

[His anatomy is going to have to stay the way it is, and hopefully that just means he won't accidentally knock someone up at seventy or whatever.

Nariko doesn't really want to move either but she's also stuck on the wall, so she's got a tiny bit more motivation.] C'mon.

[Even when she pushes at his body she sort of moves with him but, yeah, that's not going to get them up the last flight of stairs. It's debatable whether they could even move that way down the hall.]

I can't walk with my dick in you, you know.

[ But he does nod in agreement that never again. No more penis under the knife. Also he would be a totally badass knocker upper of people when he's seventy Excuse you? ... But all of that's in the back of his mind, as he's pushed out of her and - even if it feels anathema to the moment, he has to pull his cock out of her.

... That feeling of being naked again.

Still, he groans and wraps an arm around her so as to get them back on the stairs. At least now they can maybe talk?? As they both leak fluids on the hall ]

Isn't that what they call a universal fail?

[Look, she's allowed to be a little bratty about this, because nearly a full month of separation was enough torture, this is just a dash of salt to a wound that hasn't been allowed to heal yet. Her jaw tightens through the separation and she bears with the immediate sense of loss.

But the sooner they get to their room the better off they'll be, which is why her arm goes around him too, kind of mutually pushing both their bodies to the goal. They probably only have a limited amount of time before they get all riled up again, so it's time to use it all wisely.]

I really hope you don't plan on leaving me anytime soon.

[As in not for the rest of the day, though she should probably deliver the bad news before they start planning anything.]

I know I got wild last time, but I really didn't think anywhere near that far this time. So going with my heart...

[ Well, it's her.

And he gives her a little wink to try to show that he wasn't going to leave her? How could he, especially with that promise that she would rather be nowhere except with her. He snorts a little, marching them in a gallows march to the stairs, knowing that any moment now their warring senses and hormones will get them too riled up again. ... Or she'll hit that on the hour thing and need to send a selfie to Yamato. Either or.

Still, he smiles to try and push past that universal fail. ]

[She laughs a bit, going along with it - Nariko hadn't thought he would leave her in the first place, she just really needed something to say in that moment, bring herself back to reality. As far Yamato, uh, well she's probably going to find out what happens when she isn't able to send a picture every hour. She is breaking the rules but it's going to be difficult to take a picture without Masaomi, and did Yamato really want that? She'd just have to take the low road on this one.]

I'm sure you'll get wild later on, I look forward to hearing about the aftermath.

[Set of stairs!! One of the final obstacles!]

I can't wait to share a bed with you again. [It's the little thing.]

Same. Plus I feel bad for stealing the bed for a month.

[ And to some extent their room as a whole. He's still not clear on if she insisted on that one or not, but it still felt rude to deprive her like that. Either way, Masaomi laughs a little too as he gets them walking up the stairs.

She looks forward to hearing about the aftermath...?

Was that genuine? Actually, know what. ]

Wouldn't you be feeling it more than hearing about it?

It smells like us, it would have defeated the point if I'd still slept there.

[Mostly she hadn't enjoyed sleeping alone on the very occasional nights when Yamato was busy with something else.]

That, too. But I enjoy it when you have every reason in the world to fuck me senseless, there's no 'aftermath' for me, just an afterglow.

[And they are not the same thing.]

Maaaah, I guess. [ ... Huh ] So what's alluring about an aftermath, then?

[ You know what, this sort of not quite serious but maybe serious quippy communication? This is getting them up the stairs, so that's good. Even if he does squeeze her a little tighter, both to pull her into him because of a brief question floating in his mind and because she just turned him on again ]

Well, I guess part of it is how hard they're all going to try and do as much as they can, but you're going to leave every woman in this pack a complete, knocked up, drooling mess.

[She raises a finger.] Except me. I'll just be a happy mess who remains better than them!

[That doesn't sound arrogant or slightly played up at all! She tilts to kiss his cheek, though.]

[ Does he call out the technicality of Junko or Veronica and how even he's not sure if they're on the menu or not? Maybe. But right now, he just tries hard not to read anything into her tone, just laughing as she says that, and leaning into the kiss with some pride. She seemed so relaxed about it all. Or at least accepting?

It's interesting, nice. ]

Well it's pretty easy to be the top of the pack when you are the best, you know. Don't take too much joy in them being messes though. I feel like there's a pool for the order they fall in.

[ A little played up. ]

[It's better to avoid reading into it, as Nariko is just sort of talking idly, enjoying her time with him.]

Mm, I'm sure there's lots of opinions about who is supposed to go where.

[That's a genuine guess on her part! It seems like the kind of thing they'd all get involved in if Masaomi asked, and Masaomi would definitely ask. And as far as she's concerned Junko's still off the roster as a whole, and Veronica is in limbo, but she's probably a green light.]

Oh, dozens. Want to weigh in yourself? After all, no one knows me better.

[ Then again, they do all know themselves? Or they can talk about some other topic - them, her class, her anything? They're talking this now, s he just quips something back about it, but says that second part both to be sincere and to allow her to duck out if she wanted ]

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