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

[ 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.]

[ A part of him wants to stop now, to give himself some time to recover...

But they're hitting their stride now! So even if he aches a bit to move and had to suck in some air beyond even his labored breath, with some hard regrets he pulls out of her. But there's purpose in that - and the purpose is made clear when he bodily makes to flip her over and push her knees up a bit so she's raising her ass. He's doing a position shift, right? He strokes his sick once or twice, watching the flow of liquids out of her, and -

and he rubs up against her ass. Once, and he moans, ]

Nariko...

[ And then - well, he makes to shove into her ass with a cock he's trying hard to make bounce back for the second time in a row. He figures he'll manage it buried in there, even if he didn't brace in time. Even more so if she did ]

[It's still awful, those few seconds where she's suddenly alone when she's not really meant to be. It's not right to be separated, but Masaomi wouldn't go to such lengths for no reason. She tries to bear it and is rewarded by a slight warning and then an entirely different feeling. Nariko shifts her weight onto her elbows, braces her knees on their sheets and finally, blessedly sobs with pleasure. It feels like her muscles are jumping all over the place and she can barely function like this but it's also good, so immediately filling and dirty that despite her sorry state she's verging on an orgasm before he's even thought of moving.

It's a really good thing he got in there before she was surprised and tensed up, though now she does have to force herself to relax without cumming, which is oddly challenging. And the whole time she shifts and writhes on the bed, panting with an open mouth and twisting their bed sheets in her hands like it might do some good.]

Oh that's--- Tight!

[ Could he even distract her with questions now? Could she even talk? Will he be able to last, or hell, will she? None of these need answers right away, and the Alpha somewhere between pants and laughs as it trails ff into some slightly pitchy slurred noise of pleasure which might have began as her name. And he slaps both of her ass cheeks, wondering-

Well, with this shift in position, she did scratch his back.

Probably left marks. ]

[No, she really can't talk, not unless her life depends on it or he very seriously orders it of her. It's enough of a miracle that she's keeping herself together, because it would be so easy to forget about this deal or why it was even made. It's even harder to maintain focus when he smacks her again. This is impossible, there's no way she can do this - and it would be okay to blame it on a lack of practice, right? Except Yamato isn't exactly gentler by any real standard ...

Well, she has to - she will, even if it's a task that threatens to completely wreck her.]

Nnngh!

[Yeah, don't expect anything constructive out of her mouth. She can at least rock backwards, the sooner he gets to his third the sooner she can go back to normal.]

[ But at the same time...

Well, she's probably past madness, right? Where she would beg and such - but maybe it's just that this was a promise and there's no need to beg with him. He'll honor the promise, she'll complete it. That's how it works, and the begging would be pointless. With that in mind, he smacks her ass again, making it that much more challenging, and dicks his cock in deep, to pull out and try to repeat it.

Yes, he doesn't use her ass enough.

Fuck. Okay, let's just keep going... He moans out her name, and he knows there's no point in even trying to hold on this time ]

[He can have her beg later and she'll say any variant of absolute filth he'd like, but it's just so completely beyond her that it should actually be impressive. It feels as if any little thing might tip her over, including words, so for the sake of her promise she's bitten her lip to the point of a tiny split, as if they needed another reason to wash their sheets later on.

She gets little bits of his name out here and there, but they're so distant that it might not even matter - who knows why she can't help it.

But no, he totally doesn't fuck her up the ass enough because, sure, the torture itself and the games they're playing are one thing but this just also feels a lot better with him than she remembered.]

[ Endure... Endure...

...

No, there's no way that he can endure, but "endure" would imply it was painful. Right now, it's not at all painful, it's an ocean of pleasure as he fucks her ass, as he digs his nails into her cheeks, he spreads them a little and salivates out of his lips, his eyes alight with a new and unnatural fire! He tries to shoot his scent out to cover hers, but he knows that's impossible with how much she smells now. And with a hard thrust in, he roars out something which began as her name, turned into a scream, and-

He cums up her ass ]

[That's three times for him so that means she can cum too, right? Well, it's going to have to mean that because she can't do it anymore. It's physically impossible now and her mind goes blank as it happens, she's not even aware of how loud or violently she screams right along with him, and even when that fades she further devolves into rhythmic, almost guttural moans.

They'd already made a mess beforehand but this is something else, there's a notable amount of cum coating his dick and gushing down her thighs, a mix of her own and his in volumes that wouldn't seem logical for normal mates. When she flops onto the bed her face is half dug into the sheets and she can't stop shuddering so -

Maybe give her a second or two?]

[ What a mess. He's almost a little bit regretful that he didn't get to feel her squirting around his dick, instead feeling it against his thighs and his crotch, as he felt her ass contracting in a little from the force of it all. But that scream, that deafening scream everyone in the neighborhood let alone the house had to have heard...

That feels that home.

He doesn't think he'd heard quite that scream from her and Yamato over the last month.

And he feels proud, and will give her the second because he probably needs it too, buried in her ass and slumped into her and the squishy wet mess below them ]

[Who says they were doing it in the house all the time, though?

But more importantly ... Nariko's just gonna stay right as she is, closing her eyes for a moment. There's not a single chance in hell that she'll fall asleep, her scent is still too heavy, lingering and determined, for anything like that.]

Masaomi ...

[Her voice is a little cracked.]

... We should really do that more often.

[As if they don't already have consistently amazing rough sex.]

Which part?

[ he quips that back immediately, saying it in a rough voice from his own shouts and his own labored breath. Maybe he was just being contrary now. But he squirms a bit in their fluid riddled sheet and rakes his nails lightly against her back as he rocks his hips some more.

He can't bounce back immediately, but with that scent, how would it be long ]

[Her spine arches when he does that, weakly and without too much bend because she's still tired but wow is her skin apparently sensitive as hell.] The - The doing it from behind part.

[She'd be surprised at how quick he is to maintain the rhythm but Nariko wouldn't expect anything less of her mate.]

Oh my god.

[Isn' tit kind of illegal to be this happy and at peace with the world?]

[ Honestly, he's not really doing it yet, just sort of doing an idle motion, but at the same time... he might get there soon enough - her scent all but demands it. He grins a bit more, and rakes his nails again, this time coming up to her cheeks, squeezing them, and exhaling hard.

Doing it from behind... ]

You haven't gotten enough of it?

[ Not that he has either, of course. And after a month, it's bliss, but he's wondering, was it a rarity? Was it something they neglected? Hmmm. It's a philosophical question he'll ponder later. Maybe.

Edited 2016-07-01 01:30 (UTC)

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