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

[Fucking around in the hallway was just sudden and quick, enough to keep them both from going mad out of their own heads. It wasn't the full-on, unrestrained fucking that they're engaged in now, no matter how short the duration might actually be.

... And, to be fair, she's relatively sure there's some truth to that idea because Masaomi's never lacking in volume but this feels almost unnatural

Somewhere alone the way her nails have dug into the small of his back, pulling at him while she whimpers through her own orgasm, vision swimming with tears that are both overwhelmed and unspeakably happy.]

Ha.... haaa. Sorry, baby.

[ Did he mean her for the fact that the orgasm is denied for her more than this or to the pre-zygote... thing inside of her which isn't even really a fully formed child, as if his semen would hit it.

Well, whatever, he probably means both, and he says it with a grin and a pant, mounted atop of her with wide, hungry eyes and a small pant on his breath as every little splurt fills her more and more and it feels so good ]

[Considering that he doesn't generally use 'baby' as a term of endearment for her, she figure she means the kid.

Nariko gasps underneath him, expression hazy and pleasured as her mind fails to come back as quickly as it should.]

Nothing ... To apologize for.

[She puts her hands on his face, lets her thumbs grace over the swell of his cheeks. This is - it's actually a little crazy to think she could ever love anyone as much as she loves this man and all the different ways he can fuck her, all the things he's done for her.]

More.

[A request, not an order.]

[ ... Heeeeh.

Well then, moving through her constricted cunt and the mountain of oozing cum in there, he sets off... to keep moving. He'll push through this, working to not even go flaccid as he starts to get back into pace of fucking her without stopping. The Alpha smirks, pulsing his scent and grinning at her as he plants own hand next to her head and the other up against one of her chests, brushing that carefully.

More. ]

Of course!

[There shouldn't have been an ounce of surprise in the fact that he just went right for it as if they'd never had a reason to stop in the first place. Since she's pretty fully stuffed as it is each thrust comes with an incredibly wet, squishing sort of noise that's just flat out sexual. It makes her smile, which is a little uneven considering the pace he moves at, but all the same!]

That's - one.

[God, she feels like she's going out of her mind from the inside out. And now that they've mostly gotten through the first walk around she moves her hips with his, arches up to kiss him a little wildly.]

[ At least he leans into the kiss, gives her more to work with as they continue, arching himself down towards her, even as he continues this sort of quick, rough pace. Th wet suqelshing sound is incredibly sexual, but it feels just like them. Almost as much as their mingling scents and the strong feelings between them.

Maybe.

But he laughs and licks his lips, and licks her ]

And two to go!

[Considering it's straight out of guilty pleasure, unedited hardcore porn? Yes, it's absolutely them and they're better off for being so shamelessly sexual to the extent that it's a plane unto itself. This is the kind of classically awful thing she can't help but feed off of, a dynamic that fits them so well they might as well define it.]

N-No.

[He's wrong, he just doesn't realize it, he'll agree when she can manage to force her voice to obey her. Right now it seems as if every nerve of her body just wants to moan and cry out, for her own sake as much to let him know he has an effect on her.]

A - million!

[Over a lifetime, because neither of them are going anywhere anytime soon.]

[ a million... He just meant until she can cum, but going more wide spread, going more absolutely... he laughs and laughs at this, grunting as he thinks about their talk at Christmas.

He won't die.

They'll be old and making weird hardcore porn like this. Well, without the filming, usually. and he grunts, giving her a particularly hard thrust and kissing her for a long moment before he shouts back, mirth on his lips ]

We'll hit that byyy the time we're seventy!

[Well, yeah, a million before she's allowed to cum is just physically friggin' impossible, so she's very glad that he gets the larger point she was going for. Masaomi's fears make complete sense, considering that her father died quite early on Nariko can't understand how he developed a fear of death where she developed a complete fear of instability, but humans are intricate and ridiculous like that.

But what is both good and pure is that kiss and his voice and the smile in his expression. She's turned on and happy with him, for him, to be with him, it's a mess of emotions and feelings that she hadn't identified seventeen years ago, it's a feeling that closely resembles the moment she mated with him properly.]

Sixty - eight! And half!!

[She's all about insane goals.]

Hoohohoooo!! You or me, old lady?!

[ She is, after all, a year or so older than him. And he's perhaps being a bit too cheeky here, but he thinks she'll allow it as long as he keeps fucking her like this, as long as they kiss and have pure feelings, and as long as it's obvious that he's joking and his eyes are sparkling to look back into her.

In all honesty, his fear is probably bore out of the fact that if you asked if he had a happy childhood, he would emphatically say yes. He had a good, normal, stable childhood. One with a substandard family, if you don't grow up in a pack, but a happy one with an Alpha who held them together through her affection for all of them. He might fear his father's genes and have missed his absence... but he never wanted for anything, or at least... nothing he could have possibly identified then. ]

[He's not being mean or poking at her and it is an incredibly lighthearted, both sexual and positive feeling so, no, she has no problem with the reminder of her age. The unsettling realization that she'll be closer to fifty doesn't uproot anything, she just snickers - and actually manages it, even as he keeps going.]

You! Don't - want to make you work too hard, young one!

[This is truly the mark of their mature and more emotionally and mentally balanced relationship: She can actually joke about their age difference and it's not a big deal! Progress.]

[ Of course, their age difference of maybe a year is as nothing as compared to the age difference between her and her other mate. But it's fun to joke about this. It's fun to joke with her if he's honest. And so with mirth on his lips, he quips right back at her, ]

I'm sort of -- counting on it, don't worry!

[It is incredibly fun and there's really something to be said for being able to laugh with your mate and not take things so seriously. It's doubly true for them, considering how easy it is to turn something lighthearted into a total mess by accident. But the one problem is that she can't think of a good response to that and so just giggles breathlessly. She's been able to manage herself well enough but the inability to cum is really starting to get to her.

She nips at his bottom lip as a response, because apparently just moaning isn't enough - it feels half-assed on her part but, man, it's been a while since she's had to wait this long!]

[ Should he be nice and try to distract her.. or be mean and try to egg her on some more, see if he can tempt her towards failure...? He's not sure really, and that impasse holds for a while, breathing right into her hot breath as he continues to fuck her. He grunts and groans, and then - no, he should just do both! And so, moving his hands so he's now making to tug on her hair on one end and reaching out to hold her hand with the other, he shoots out the first question that comes to mind for him: ]

G string bikini bottom or microbikini!

[ She had worn a number of super cute suits in Provo, but he's just being silly now... probably ]

[That is not a question that is either nice or distracting from her current situation thank you very much, though it does give the vague sense that he's up to something one way or another. But even that doesn't last very long right now, a lot of her forethought goes into not breaking this Rule.]

G String!?

[Would you expect someone who majors in fashion to say anything else? Microbikini's are an affront to logic that should really only be worn if one's mate requests so.]

[ Oh wow, really...? Well, he could see that, that would suit her style more! And some on, it's totes distracting, even as he's yanking on her hair as he continues to plow her and make a mess below them. But he grins a little and asks the next one! ]

But what about sundresses or tank tops?!

[... Wait, is this really a series of random questions???]

Sun ... Dresses.

[She feels a little bad because her expression is probably far more focused than anything else, it's taking an awful amount to refrain from blowing it right there. And come to think of it, how the hell is he managing to go this long anyway??

As usual, he's going to be the absolute death of her.]

[ Honestly, the questions are as much to distract her as they are to distract himself. He's laughing and his eyes are wide. There's an effort on his part to hold on too but -- there's also something to be said for how time seems to elongate when you're focusing the way she is.

In all honesty, not that much time has passed.

But with a smirk and a slavering tongue, he pushes out, ]

Dogs or cats?!

Awful - question!

[He's right of course, they've barely gotten into the swing of things and yet this torture feels like it's gone on for too long. She's probably not anywhere near the point of total madness that she's fearing, but perception is everything when it comes to stuff like this!]

Both!

[It's one or the other based on the day, actually.]

My bad! [ And he laughs - he can't help but laugh at that, and while he might question it a bit more...

Still, no, he needs to press on. He moans, he slurs out her name, and then rolls his neck a little before smiling and a new question, huh?! ]

How about-- Blondes or redheads?!

[You can ask about cats and dogs during some moment that isn't right now! Granted, the hair question is actually surprisingly difficult, because the technical answer is, yet again: Both. Blondes edge towards being his thing, though, so it'd be kind of awful to claim that ....]

R-Redheads!

[The 's' in there gets drawn out unnaturally, and he's doomed to crescent marks on his shoulders now, it's probably something of a miracle that she hasn't clawed his back open just yet.]

[ Even if she did, even if he bled, and hell, even if he he got scars on his back... it's not like he's a swordsman, he's pretty sure those would be a mark of pride. Besides, crescents? Totally basically moons, right? It goes with his cuff and the motif he's apparently got in their relationship.

... Also why do people think blondes are this thing he never said this was his thing if it was his thing he'd have been way more into Linda growing up than he is okay? Okay. Okay. It's not like he would imply Nariko or anyone else should dye their hair.

Still, he laughs at that, not so much at her, as at himself. And he is pulled closer to her, panting as he now slows to hard thrusts with his back arched ]

Fuck, Nariko, your body's the best.

[You know, she keeps meaning to ask him about that, shouldn't it be switched around? Far be it from her to judge Veronica's skills of perception but, like. Are you okay with being the moon, Masaomi???? More relevantly:

He's starting to break down where it counts, she'd bet money on it if she didn't already know it was true. Of course Nariko isn't doing much better because those slow, deeper thrusts just threaten to jolt her from the inside out. She's actually crying over-pleasured, dazed sort of tears now, which might not go with the smile that follows his comment.]

S-So good there's no more questions? [Her ability to speak properly is quickly leaving the building, oops.]

No, there's--- [ A hard swallow ] Oh, there's more! [ thrust ] Soon!

[ And he's okay with being the moon he likes the moon and in all honesty, for whatever plays of domination he has, whatever light he has reflects more on her own. Or at least, that's how the Alpha sees it. But right now, he's not seeing much of anything other than her smile and her tears, smirking himself as best he can as he gives three or four more hard thrusts, wondering if he ironically shoveled out all of his semen from before?

Oh well, he's going to replace it because- ]

Cumming, though!

[ Two out of three. And he shoots it inside of her, threatening to drown the baby if that was... even remotely possible. But he imagines it in his head because it feels macho and cool ]

Of course.

[She'd laugh if there was any room for that in her, but she's caught up in the moment even though it's not one she can share completely. Of course her body demands it and her scent is almost folding in on itself now, becoming heavier and acrid-sweet because she's repressed a little too much. It's a state of being that hurts but even as Masaomi cums in her all over again she doesn't follow him, though it'd be hard to guess by the noises she's making.]

M-asa --

[He can be macho and cool, she's going to keep trying to say his name a few times, and only get it out in fragments.]

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