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

[There are limits!!! Except, ehm, yeah she's being contradictory at the same time. Life is hard.]

I mean, I don't want you to insist I stop seeing him or anything like that. [Because she can't.]

But you're not exactly the ... docile type.

[This is surprisingly difficult to verbalize.]

[ Not exactly the docile type...

In a way, he's teasing her right now by denying her what she asks for, right? Would she even obey that insistence? Probably not. He looks away from her now, but still leaning up against her, he exhales, and as he does, releases a large outpouring of his scent onto the room. And then, perhaps just as contradictory... ]

So how's his cock, Nariko?

[It really would have been enough to absorb his scent and let things go from there. She doesn't put up any sort of fight, so it's almost like being pleasantly (non-creepily) drugged. But that question breaks her up a little, interrupts the part of her that answered him so naturally.]

Uh - [Why is he asking about his son's dick.] I ... It's goof - great? Obviously.

[Does she describe it completely or be vague?? What is he going for here??]

Eeeeeh, eeeh, is it obvious? I'm not sure if it is!

[ Yes, he was definitely teasing her now. His lips have curled up and his scent is coming out in spades now, filling the room and setting up that this room is now their domain. Or well, more specifically, his. Everything in this room, including her, was his. Great, obviously?

Hah. ]

It's okay?

[Asking her to even think about Yamato in this state is just flat out mean!]

I mean, it's not like you can put him on quite the same level as you [Which, in reality, is a fair enough answer, though it's more that they're both incredibly talented in two different ways. They're both still obnoxiously amazing in bed.] There's nothing like having what suits you best ... Is my point?

[That's not it at all, but goddamn she's wet and horny.]

[ A bit more scent, a bit more throbbing, and let's inundate the room now. His smirk becomes increasingly feral and his eyes seem to sparkle a little bit - yes, yes he was teasing her. And to some extent, he knows that she can't be honest right now. Of course she can't be. But at the same time... ]

Eeeeh, eeeh. But was that really even your point? After all, you've not really been my bitch for the last month? Couldn't you probably has swallowed gallons of his cum?

I had to find something to do, right?

[That's so dismissive, and incredibly wrong - if she were in her right mind she'd never say that about Yamato.] I'm sure it was a few, at least?

[Why are they talking about someone else anyway? Nariko pulls at his shirt, and then something about his words strikes an apparent chord.]

... It's really been that long.

[Give or take a day or some, but a whole month without her mate - God, how did she survive that?]

Masaomi. [He's going to keep teasing her, isn't he.]

[ Yes.

Yes he is. And somehow, it seems like a more fitting outlet for his vengeance than going all agrro on her in this moment. He probably shouldn't be this jealous, but there's a deep insidious note to all this. Not only did he not get to fuck her for a month, but she went and got pregnant in that time. If she wasn't already pregnant and not knowing it when they were on their trip...

So... He smiles at her tugging on his shirt ]

It's really been that long. Did you really forget?

Of course not. [This isn't a complete lie! She really had missed Masaomi every second they were apart. It was just a dull ache that Yamato knew how to smooth over without specifically addressing. And while this is an incredibly morbid way to go about their reunion she doesn't care - she knows, is aware, and that's worth noting here.

She leans in a bit, kissing the slope of his neck experimentally. She wants contact - to touch him, be touched by him.]

I missed you every day! I didn't feel complete!

[You have to believe her!!]

[ He rolls his neck before noticing what h's doing, giving her more space to kiss. He's missed that feeling, it's one of his favorites even if it's one he has as often as he does... normally... But still, he makes a light noise of pleasure. And he, ]

Was that really the case though?

[ It's something he shouldn't question, which is why he immediately makes it a game, ]

Can you prove that?

[Since he gives her the leverage she bites his neck a little fiercely, as if that might force him into reacting a bit more strongly. It won't and that's what makes her huff, frustration edging at her scent a little bit.]

If you want me to prove it then I should ...

[A game.]

I should take your cum until it equals at least a gallon, and then I can join you. That works as proof, right?

[There's orgasm denial and then there's this.]

[ That's--

That was something else entirely, and whatever jealousy, whatever other feelings are within him are pushed aside or at least shelved in the heat of the moment - because that makes his scent, already filling the room, adopt a somewhat different note. That was insane, there was no way she could possibly pull it off. And yet, that just makes him want to do it all the more. What better way to usher them back into form. And so he laughs, clapping and, ]

That would be a good case, it's true!

There you go!

[Of course it's impossible, but so was cumming four times in a row and having one kid and a new job and a house that most people only dreamed of owning. So was pretty much all of their relationship - just impossible and ridiculous. That was who they were. And it was great.]

Don't you know that if its you I'll be able to do anything?

[Well, probably not, but she'd always do her damnedest.]

A whole gallon... huh... I wonder, how much is a gallon relative to one ejaculation, just so we can keep that in mind?

[ He strokes his chin to think, but he's honestly relying on her, math fu that she is, to help him determine it. But even as he does that, he idly makes to slip down or rip off her top so she can play with her boobs and see the tattoos and piercings there ]

Mm.

[She helps with the shirt, because she'd really not be thinking about the average amount of cum that's produced during any ol' orgasm but ... he gave her a math question ... this is like a mental weakness of hers.]

Normal men rarely produce more than a teaspoon at one time, so if we're assuming the even number for the sake of the argument that's seven hundred ninety-eight orgasms. When you average out how many times you cum when we fuck, the number is reduced to two hundred nineteen. If we have sex ten times a day I'll reach my goal in roughly twenty-one days!

[And then she beams because why would you not be proud of her for knowing all of that, Masaomi.]

[ . . . Yes, yes, she was something to be proud of in that moment, it's true. Because her ability to calculate that on the fly just makes him smile, feeling incredibly nostalgic and distracting him even from the fact he was trying to strip her. But once she completes that calculation, the smile turns into a smirk, and a rather cruel looking one at that. And he smirks, because-- ]

Oh, then not only would you prove yourself, but we'd be even, because you'd have to go three weeks without and orgasm.

[ Which is... actually probably impossible, even for them. Well, it might be if she got off with people who weren't him and/or solo later, but still, holy shit what a promise. Which might have just been shit talking, but he can't help but laugh a bit ]

[NOT AT ALL AS PLANNED!

Nariko tenses, and seems to wallow in place before immediately facing him and saying:]

I don't remember saying that part!!!

[Which is partially true, because she'd been so focused on the logic that she'd blocked out everything else.]

H-How about I just can't orgasm from your cock?

[Compromise, please. There's fingers and toys and, hell, she'll hump the end of their bed if she gets desperate enough.]

[ Ultimately, there's no way he won't allow that, or he's going to go with a far less insane proposal like just this one night together or like three to four rounds together there... but the fact she's squirming like this just makes him tilt his head into that much of a wider smirk, kissing her briefly before saying, somewhat coyly ]

But if we're compromising right off, is it really all that sincere.

[It's the most distracted kiss ever, but she does respond.]

Compromise is an important part of an adult relationship!! It's very sincere if you're concerned for my personal happiness!

[Says the woman who always goes back to being that stupid, in love twenty year old when she's with her mate.

'Adult' her ass.]

Oooooh, oooh, I guess that's true, we are both forty and you're pregnant with your fourth kid! [ Which isn't his. He considers this deeply for several long seconds... but he's still smiling, playing it up like he's not thinking at all and he's just going to refuse the compromise outright.

So he's

Messing with her and trying not to laugh ]

I'm thirty-nine!

[Chances are she'll still be 'thirty-nine' on her fortieth birthday this year ...]

S-Seriously Masaomi, come on! Wasn't it bad enough that I had to be without you at all? I was so thrown off I kept smacking into walls and I didn't know where my car was half the time!

[The idea being that not having him around threw off her sense of rightness! So just imagine what another month without proper sex would do to her.]

[ There is a many second pause here, a diabolical one he set up to mess with her.

But then he snorts, laughs, and shakes his head ]

I know! That much would really be unreasonable. And it wouldn't be as fun for me either after the first week.

[ Because she would just go to other people, probably. ]

So let's cut it down to a fraction of it - you can't cum until I cum three times. Just for tonight.

[That's so, so awful because for those seconds she becomes increasingly worried, starts to pull at his arm like a deeply freaked out child. When he does speak she goes completely still, awaiting the judgement and it's ...]

Oh thank god.

[She's so relieved that she practically falls all over him.]

I can do that. I can definitely do that.

[When she kisses him its sudden and almost a bit uneven.]

I love you.

[ The other kind of awful implication is that he would be willing to / have fun with torturing her for a week. ... But then, she probably knew that and maybe even appreciated him for it on some level. Who knows. The point is, he meets her kisses and tilts his head to make the position better. He wraps her in his arms, and then makes to toss her back down to her back, because, ]

I love you,

[ Okay second things second ] Now I'm going to trace every tattoo there with my tongue, and suck on every piercing! Come on, let's see that body I helped design!

[ It's been way too long, he needs to familiarize himself with both her natural and artificial body. He doubts anyone else can appreciate those marks he made on her all those years ago as much as him ]

[She goes back down onto the mattress with a little surprised sound, quick to grin.]

Isn't that a little ambitious? It sounds like the kind of project that'll take all night.

[Which is exactly why he should go ahead and do it. And, no, there's no chance in hell that anyone could appreciate the designs on her body nor the amount of holes in it. They were Masaomi's design and therefore pretty much existed for him!

But right about now it's time to make sure she's crawled out of every scrap of clothing possible, right down to her socks so that when she properly lies out on their bed (finally, she's back in their bed) nothing is hidden from him.]

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