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

[ His favorite color, huh? Well, that's of course something more like, ] It's blue, still. It's pretty much always been blue, of course.

[ That said...

Once they're in the room, he looks hard at her, and then he shifts his position to be up in front of her. Once they're face to face, he doesn't hesitate - he brushes back some of her hair and leans forward to lock lips with her. He's not really thinking right now, and in all honesty he was barely even listening to her. He just was doing, following the deep instinct that he wanted to follow. His scent was already going nuts and if it didn't matter-

He loved her. ]

Mm.

[But people changed, right? It was only natural for some stuff to move around as you got older and saw more of the world - that went doubly for Nathan because, as he'd said, he had seen far more of the world at large than her. She looked up at him when he came near her, overwhelming her with his scent and ... Well, apparently also kissing her.

Didn't she just tell him not to worry about this? To not deal with it? And now he was - he -- ... Fuck it. Nariko let get of herself and weathered through the vague scent of repression until her own scent rang clear, she put her arms around and kissed him back, pressing in so close that she might force him to stumble.

Seriously, fuck all the logic of it, this was so, so much easier.]

[ He is forced to stumble - he's pulled in by her scent and more than a little bit addicted to it. He shoots his own out, trying to answer her as he rings true. His lips part a bit, and he works his tongue out. He leans further in, running his hands down her sides and up into her hair. She feels so soft against him - she feels so warm against him-

Fuck.

Fuck he wants to feel her ]

[There's nothing stopping him now!

Apparently they're just going to do whatever they want and go for it and that feels perfectly fine, so they might as well go all in here. It's the combination of the events, the history, as well as good old fashioned hormones that make her feel more desperate than she might usually be, her lips part and their tongues meet, and she gets a hand up his shirt and along his spine, just so she has some way to feel him and know it's not a pregnant-lust induced dream.]

[ Nathan has no way of knowing, no way of even imagining that this isn't a dream. Everything he's felt and wished for for years and years was something like this - maybe something more romantic or maybe even something more fetishy in his darker moments, but the fact is that even as h feels his tongue meet her own, even as he runs his hands down her back, and he too tries to slide his hands up her shirt he's not even sure if this is real or what he imagined. It's strange though, and it must be stranger still to her - she's so much older now, fuller, a much more rounded woman. He knows he's changed a lot, he's much taller, much more broad shouldered...

And it's of all things her tongue piercing that reminds him that no, she's not his fantasy Nariko.

Hell, even if she had covered some of her tattoos, the others would be out soon. This was reality, for all the flaws or goos things in it ]

[No, this wasn't a fantasy version of her at all. There were the tattoos and the piercings, of course, and some of the self doubt remained, too. But they were both incredibly different people with more control, more influence over their own decisions, right? Maybe she wasn't a figment of his imagination but the real Nariko was the one that wanted him, so maybe that counted for something.

Or, hell, maybe not! Maybe they would crash and burn halfway through, but when he pulled at her blouse Nariko was quick to pull away and shove it up and over her head, throwing it out of the way, pulling him back to his halfway made bed by the hem of his pants.

Nathan's definitely changed a lot but the idea of exploring all of that, getting to know him as he was now? For her, that was exciting.]

[ He can't even begin to predict that far in the future. He's altogether pretty sure that he's going to wake up any moment now. As such, he eagerly allows himself to have her pull at his pants, to get his own shirt off, and smile as she pulls up and over her blouse. And he-

He slides his hands up and around to grab her tits.

Who would help him, even as he's pulled onto the bed, he wants to feel them, he wants to get to know her better but they're right there and in his face now as her top is off ]

[Her bra is still in the way but she makes a vaguely happy, almost oddly choked noise all the same. It's nuts, it's completely insane that he's touching her and she doesn't feel guilty or awful, irredeemable or filthy. Even if the reaction itself might be confusing there's a smile on her face as she ends up on his bed.]

I ...

[There are five thousand different things she could say right now but it's easier to deal with his belt. The best way to prove that this wasn't a dream was to suck him off, right? ... That generally solved most of her concerns.]

[ The more obvious issue with that plan is that it doesn't cover his mouth. And it really might be a good idea to cover Nathan's mouth, all things considered. That said, in this moment, he doesn't have words, just a dry sense of importance and amazement with what she's doing, with what his hands have just felt, and that he's on his back on the bed, shifting so that he's sitting up and leaning on his hands - the belt undoes to make the tenting of his pants more obvious. His dick is hard already, his scent going everywhere in the room.

Because, of course, it's Nariko.

But she...? ]

[Because it's her but, honestly, if there was one person with whom she couldn't maintain her usual confidence than it was Nathan. From her perspective that seemed like the most obvious thing in the world. It's not an issue that's completely dealt with, it just doesn't get in the way of a skill she's had nearly all of her life.

She tugs at his pants, boxers, anything in the way and as long as it all gets down and out of the way she doesn't care, and she doesn't care about any vague hint of repression in his scent, either, if it still remains. No matter what she might have wanted to say or express to him she swallows it and his cock in the same instant.

This took more than twenty years, she's not waiting another second.]

[ Nathan needs to be silenced, because given the freedom to say anything, he's going to say something really stupid or really --

Oh my God she was doing this, this was really happening. And while this might more or less be natural instinct to her, to Nathan it's something that was new, different, something that he hadn't experienced in years (from her) and may have never experienced. With how many times he had replayed that drugged out night in his mind and for how much he held that thing up to become his primary fetish, the actual details of the acts they did have become blurred, because he can't be sure what was fact and what's fiction he's made since then. So when he feels her lips surrounding it and when his cock is pushed almost immediately to the back of his throat (even if as compared to her mates she's quite average on the whole) it-

He--

... He actually starts to cry a little. It's so amazing, so beautiful, so - so hot. ]

[This is beyond a natural instinct, it's like a fabric of her very being, and as such, there are very few things in life which would force her to stop blowing a dude once she's started. Mostly because Nariko doesn't like to be interrupted, but when she looks up and he's so glassy eyed it's - Look, that's just really worrying.]

Nathan ...

[Is he okay? This would be an awful moment to stop touching him so she's not just staring at him, she keeps her hand moving rather quickly which doesn't fit her concern.]

I'm so... glad.

[ He really, really should talk. He really, really doesn't want to talk.

... But he does, apparently, have to sob. And so he does sob, wiping his tears with the back of his hand, but also - given how hard his dick is - needing her to keep going. He swallows it, trying to pretend like his reaction is normal even though he knows he isn't projecting that. ]

[Not many men cried rather emotionally while having sex with her so, yeah, he could try to project all he wanted but it wouldn't do him any good. And even if he was trying to say that he was reacting out of a positive feeling it still felt like she should stop and hold him or something.

For the first time in over a decade Nariko ... Kind of doesn't know what to do, here!

But it seems like the best course of action is to go ahead and keep stroking him and it does take an extra second or two for her to feel even vaguely comfortable, but when she does her mouth returns to his dick, too.

What a weird night.]

[ Yeah the night is strange. Honestly, it might only get that much stranger from here, particularly if he shaves his beard or gets more drunk or ... something. He sort of wants to do both of those right now almost as much as he wants to bring her up into his arms and sob into her chest rambling about how much he loves her. But both of those pale in comparison to the work she's doing on his cock. His hard, hard cock which is reflected by the wild flailing of his scent.

Fuck, fuck, fuck he wanted this, dreamed of this -

He only barely has started to rock his hips, but his hands reach down now, some tears still on his face to stroke the side of her head, gently and lovingly. ]

[On literally any other night it would be easy to say that they would have no way of going from where they are now to shaving hair, but Nariko has, in the last eight months of her life, learned to stop relying on assumptions. Really, it'd be less weird if he asked her to stop and went ahead and held her and did the crying thing - she'd actually be completely okay with that!

But this is - Also a way to go about it and it'd be a total lie to say she didn't want it, too. So Nathan can be gentle but Nariko does her best to block out the parts of her that are worried, and she focuses on going as fast and hard as possible.

To be fair, it hardly takes her more than a few seconds to fall right back into the incredible horniness. It's kind of hard to shake these days.]

[ Nathan doesn't necessarily know enough about her life now to know why she would both feel that much uncertainty and to know that she is, indeed, pregnant right now. Honestly, he doesn't know a lot - he was just sort of thrown in to meet the whole pack and make his impressions on them and the whole thing was chaotic and weird, and sees him here-

But here is right where ...

He wanted? Dreamed. Dream he could be. And with her swallowing his cock with an ease that he can't even imagine as possible (sure he was more or less average in every way but still, an average cock isn't exactly something to gurgle down in one go! Right?) and he -

He...

He moans, he moans out her name, curling in on himself and clenching his hands some, getting a bit of her hair or maybe scratching her a little in the process. Was he already going to cum? ]

[It was fine if he came right then and there, if anything knowing that it was imminent just gave her reason to push herself a little more, a little faster and rougher whether she necessarily thought she could handle it or not. There wasn't anything to feel except the unbearable need for cum, it wasn't at all absent with Nathan like she'd worried it might be. Hell, in truth she doesn't even hear him calling her name which is kind of awful because that was the one little detail she'd been kind of set on knowing, hearing it from him but -

Oh well, they've got the rest of the night, right? She just has to be home early in the morning.

So for now they can start with him feeding her cum.]

[ Oh he would blow. In fact, he was blowing now, muttering out some apology or something between a gasping moan, the main indication of what he was doing that his spine arched backwards before it then curled in and saw his hands running through her hair. He -

He knew-

This might be embarrassing, but he moans out a long, drown out version of her name as he releases his seed in her mouth, shooting out cum for her. Much as his size was a median thing, the quantity and consistency was comparatively normal as compared to her two mates with Yamato's thick liquid or Masaomi's sheer volume ]

[If it's something worth being embarrassing about then Nariko's not at all aware of it, and neither one of her mates is really on her mind for that moment. The world is appropriately zeroed down to her brother in the same way it was before they'd parted, the way she would have been happy to live the rest of her life if one of them had been more demanding, more tolerant, more relentless ---

But that was in the past.

Right now she swallows, still pumping with her hand until he's completely finished, and she can draw back to lick her lips.]

[ Nathan wishes he was that demanding back then, which he had been able to do anything other than petulant... But that wasn't the case, it wasn't then, and was it now...?

Hopefully, right?

All the same, he swallows, trying to suck in air and trying to collect himself some. He's gone a bit cross-eyed from the euphoria of it, a bit slack-jawed. ]

[There's something about seeing him in that state, knowing it was because of her that feels immensely fucking epic.]

Better?

[Or, rather, if he's still feeling emotional about something or another maybe it would be easier to deal with.]

That... felt-- amazing, Nariko. I'm so--- I'm so glad.

[ But it also - oh, no, he did kiss her first. He kissed her and he could feel her lips on his own still, even if they were no longer there. The man, as he comes back into focus on himself, his dick going flaccid but still feeling wet from her mouth, his scent still wafting on the air more than it perhaps should, leans forward now and tilted up her chin so he could kiss her again.

He has to curl into a strange angle for it but...

But he loves her so much. He wants to feel her lips more, even if they did just get full of his cum ]

[She makes it a little easier by sitting upright, first and then ... Sort of just all out crawling on his lap a little bit, palms crawling up his neck and to his face to hold him there like he might object to making out. She's still so unbearably horny that it aches and if it was anyone else she'd likely be clawing at the seams to be fucked, but apparently she's being patient for the moment.]

Good to know I'm not a disappoint after such a long wait.

[... Was that an awful joke, considering the circumstances?]

Nariko... you could never disappoint me. It's so --- beautiful. You're beautiful. I've loved you all this time, and...

[ And he needs to not make an ass of himself, but he doesn't mind saying this between kisses, holding her close and trying not to be swept up entirely by her scent while at the same time sort of wanting to as well. He groans as he kisses her, feeling himself bouncing back already, as if this were some unnatural moment and maybe - maybe it is, is all honesty. ]

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The convention is over plane time today wee

whoo! Hope it was a good trip! Sorry I was late getting back

It was really great honestly and glad to see u back. I might be a little sick? We'll see

oh nooo, take care of yourself. Also Things have gone on so I might be kind of inconsistent ):

I'll be okay but I hope things are okay on your end gosh

nah it's good it's just personal stuff I'm trying to handle I'll be okay with time

Lalala gets to this in the morning

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