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

[ But another man's name is tattooed right there on her arm and she sucks her son's cock and-- And he has no right to be jealous, but he knows he was. He wonders if she was ever jealous about him. He wonders how that would even feel.

Is it that simple?

He... ]

Okay so... that's all. It's just love.

[ Or something like that. ]

[It's that simple, and it's simple to ask, too. They've finally gotten beyond the point of keeping things from one another, right?]

Just?

[That's a very ... Interesting way of saying it, interesting enough that she pauses, and looks at him with a raised brow. Was that maybe just a little faulty wording on his part or is there maybe something on your mind little brother.]

[ . . .

. . .

Well, he can admit this much too, ] I'm pretty sure I read that in a book that I picked up at the airport two years ago.

[ He still buys romance novels. He still cries at them. And watches their movies. And cries at those. And then compares them to people who'll listen. ]

[........]

Oh my god, you're still so cute.

[And she was all worried that there was something buried underneath that, though there's something to be said about how easily she takes him at his word, as if it's impossible to have any trust issues with him. She laughs a bit and kisses him sweetly, holds his face in her hands again.]

Maybe once I get he beard off!

[ He knows he can pull off a beard.

He also knows that this is not a well maintained beard. That said, he shifts a little under her kiss, and he kisses her back as she comes down on him, wrapping his hands around her neck and shoulders. He's pretty sure that's all he meant, or at least he was trying to keep it at just that. It's refreshing that she didn't question it, honestly. ]

Well, you'll be cuter with that off, yes.

[Joshua can pull off a beard but that's really about it. Literally no other man should have a beard - and not just because beards remind Nariko of her father and are therefore considerably less sexy.]

But you're cute now, too.

[She pokes his chin, though.] But I think you should be on top.

[ Basara's beard is pretty big now in his olderish age. ... If that works or not is really debatable. Really debatable. It really sort of doesn't seem to. But then she says that and he's... surprised. She was always so forceful, so powerful. He had to drug her to be "on top" and while he had whined his way into control of their relationship back then, he had never...

... Huh. ]

So that's uh - that's how you prefer it?

[ ... That was amazingly unsexy and he knows it. Oh well, let's lean up and kiss her to cover that ]

[The only reason it works for Basara, as far as she's concerned, is because he isn't around long enough for it to irritate her. He is also allowed to have a beard based on the sole fact that she's never seen him without one.]

Well, yeah.

[Said after the kiss, and he can try to cover being unsexy but Nariko wears it pretty easily, it seems, looking as moderately embarrassed as she feels.]

It's not - I like it other ways, too! It'll just be, y'know, really hot with you on top.

Oh no, I just-- didn't expect that, somehow.

[ He's not sure why, it's not as if she was ever some sort of super domme in their youth (insofar as someone his age at the time can discern the workings of sexual and/or romantic relationships) and she was certainly submissive-ish in her failed attempt at finding a husband back then. But maybe it's that she always seemed so in control, like she was using all of them. Somehow, the idea that she would want to relent in that control never crossed his mind.

But then, him being on top wasn't a change up, she was stronger-

... Was she? He was pretty in shape, and he was taller than her. Almost experimentally, Nathan nods, kisses her, and then grabs hold of her upper arms, planting his feet on the edge of the bed and then using momentum to flip them, putting him on top and pinning her to the bed. He smiles at her ]

But I don't mind being hot.

[That's the thing though, Nariko really isn't the stronger one here, she wasn't in the past and she certainly isn't know. Nathan's all around bigger than her, and if he had the right amount of confidence he could very easily wrap her around his fingers in such a manner that even Masaomi would have reason to be concerned. But he's still the kind of man who needs to be told to get on top of her, so they're probably just fine.]

There's nothing like a guy with nice arms on top, gives me a lot to feel.

[And since she's Masaomi's, since giving up any real right to her Alpha tendencies, well, it only makes sense to embrace her submissiveness.]

And I'm glad you don't mind, I won't feel guilty staring. [Or shamelessly touching, which is what she's doing now, just idle slides of her fingers and palms. His shoulders, his back and sides ... He used to be an incredibly tiny asthmatic little thing that couldn't ever run. Nariko was the first person on this Earth to hold Nathan in her arms, for fuck's sake, and now he's - Something about it just kills her, and when she smiles it's the most loving thing in the world.]

Probably should have gotten us a bit more naked for that, but I don't really mind the clothes. I mean... I didn't pick the best ones today, but you look really good, Nariko. [ Nice arms, huh? He beams at that in an incredibly childish way, one that he can't help as he finds himself re-examining his sister's body. He once more sees the tattoo on her arm, but his eyes then drift over to the visibly bullseye on her chest. He hums, and more to center himself than anything, he kisses right in the center of it.

... Maybe that was the point of it?

He shouldn't assume. ]

I love you. [ But he knows that he could be hotter here, so he peppers a kiss there again, and then a second, and trails his lips a little to bite down on the fabric of her clothing, as if he could actually bite it off, giving it a futile tug he hopes feels as good to her as it does him ]

[That was very close to the point of that tattoo, but his use for it was much, much better, and she briefly spread her fingers through his hair while he was dipped down into her tits.]

I love you, too. And thanks, I'm glad I look good since I feel like a vague sack of flour.

[The joys of being pregnant! She pushes at his shirt too, though, all he has to do is mess with a few buttons and hers will be pretty nonexistent.]

I might feel better if we're both incredibly naked and you've got your dick in me.

[ Well, he doesn't know she's pregnant still. And she didn't confirm the whole two mates thing. Or hell, even explicitly that she was fucking her son even if he could smell it on her. Though now... she was dyed in his colors. He snorts at that, and lans up so that he can make her tug a bit on him and goes for said buttons. ]

We're both looking forward to that and let me tell you, I'm not a flourfucker. I even tried out gluten free fro a while.

Eating or fucking gluten free flour? Because, I mean, I am trying to be more open-minded.

[What an awful joke to make while she's dealing with his shirt and help him. Right about now it's still easy to hide, she's naturally toned anyway and since people generally don't go leaning into her stomach there's nothing to indicate the sensitivity. Even though her bra is in the way she goes right for his pants, tugging at the button and zipper.]

Also, don't insult bread like that.

[Gluten free. Bah.]

The whole hog. I'm not anymore, but it was a thing in my neighborhood for a while so I decided to give it a try... until I didn't really want to avoid all the pasta. [ A beat, and ] Italy isn't all that open to it, fad or not.

[ Wow... who knew she had so much pride in Bread...

But hey, his pants were basically off already - after all, she had already sucked him off. So he'll let her finish that off and reach up to undo her bra ]

Bless the Italians, they know best.

[The thing about the pants is very true, oops. She flinches a little at the loss of her bra because her chest is already a little sensitive and it feels heavier, but that's all, and it's a very momentary reaction. She's very quickly running out of clothes and he's pretty much done with his, so ...]

Huh.

[There's something to be said for getting a look at the whole picture, and she lets her fingers ease over his collarbone, down to his chest and stomach.]

... So this is you.

[After all this time.]

They are pretty smart! Pretty opinionated too, I should tell you about all the arguments I've ended up in. [ And he's not really that... argumentative. As compared to her or her mate or even her children. As such, he smiles at her, and seeing her tits fully exposed - they're so big. Almost swollen looking. And exposed like this, he can see the edge of the little thorns around her waist. He can see the little rings (or studs) hanging off her nipples, the dangling thing at her stomach around her naval.

She's marked herself so much.

But she's still beautiful. Still, for his part...

He's got one tattoo. It's one one of his ankles. ]

Yeah, this is me.

Well, they're Italian. [Ada has proved the stereotype so thoroughly that Nariko can't quite undo it in her own mind, even though it's not fair. Ada might not be loud or overbearing in the way some might believe an Italian woman to be but good god was the bitch stubborn beyond belief. Veronica wasn't any better, either.

But - well, she's sans anything elaborate in her nipples because: swollen, but she does have a noticeable belly ring. Masaomi's name is on her arm. It's an undeniable series of markers and she worries for longer than a second. It was such a problem for him, before.

... She wouldn't worry about being seen as beautiful by anyone else but him and Masaomi.]

Good.

[He looks good. He looks the way she imagined, hoped? And also very rarely dreamed, in the first few years he was gone. Depending on what that ankle tattoo is, though, she might end up laughing at him.]

[ It was meant to be a bird. It ended up looking like a pretty distorted heart. But he got it years and years ago when he was first trying to prove to himself that he "wasn't like that" anymore in the middle of his twenties. So it's been with him for a long time. All the same, he smiles, and leans up to brush back some of her hair, as if that was even necessary. ]

And this is you. [ Good, huh? ] You're even more beautiful than I thought.

[ Her body is marred by all sorts of markers, markers he would not have picked. He'll probably react even more to the set that surrounds her vagina. But...

Well, for what it is, she's so fully bodied, she's so grown into all the bumps and near-curves she had before, and her skin is flawless. He knows he's much more in shape and his shoulders are much broader, but he's still as pale as ever. ]

[She's going to laugh at it.

Nariko smiles at the compliment but there's something about it that doesn't reach her eyes. That he doesn't like the tattoos and the piercings is not at all lost on her, and after the strong reaction he'd had in December she can't shake his dislike. So it's nice to hear but not particularly easy to believe, not that it'll stop her any.]

You learned a few things from those Italians, apparently.

[If nothing else he delivered the line very smoothly.]

[ . . . Well, he might as well. In (Roman) Italian, he responds, ]

< The language can sound very romantic, I know. And I did learn many things from them. >

[ He knows he was being silly. But he was on top of her, and he knew that he should and could take advantage of this - so he kisses around the side of her head, tracing up her ear and biting down on the earrings there and on her lobe. He whispers into her ear, this time in French, ]

< Or perhaps this is more to your tastes? >

[It's - well, she didn't expect him to start talking in a foreign language, nor did she expect it to sound so attractive. She doesn't interrupt his kissing, but she sneaks one of her own onto his jaw, her hands on his hips, drawing him nearer.]

Impressive. [It should have been expected since he lived overseas for so long, but she still appreciates it.] But I'll definitely pick the former.

[French isn't bad ... But she just thinks Italian suits his voice more, and it is kind of a genuine turn on! Which might be weird of it.]

That's about all I got though. I tried to pick up some Greek but I'm awful at it. [ He considered Arabic or Russian for obvious reasons but... no. He's only ("only") trilingual. He exhales, and he kisses her once more, going over her nose and brushing his chin against her. His hands run down her body, and he traces out her more obvious curves.

He kisses her again, and ]

< Italian it is then, my beloved. >

[ He wondered if she understood him? Hmmm... maybe it didn't even matter ]

[Nariko doesn't know Italian but she's picked up little words from Ada, and 'beloved' is one of the very few.]

Please don't be such a charmer, I'm sexually frustrated enough as it is.

[It doesn't matter if she understands, it's human instinct to sense intent, and they're really winning the award for drawn out foreplay here. .... It's probably more accurate to say that she's used to Masaomi going right for the goal since they end up marathoning, and Yamato has his own pace about it.]

[ Sexually frustrated...

Like he was, for years.

He wonders if this is a difference in perspective. He wanted to savor all of this, because he was so sure it was a dream. Maybe she needed to physicality of it in order to prove the same thing. And so Nathan sighs a hot breath on her neck, sliding his tongue away from her lips to linger at her earlobe and even into her ear a little. ]

< I would never seek to make you frustrated, Nariko. My beloved, I only wanted to savor this moment. >

[ But then he slides his hands down her body, going around her little naval piercing and up between her legs, spreading them more even as he's mounted atop her ]

We do but I'm so excited to tag you again (and it'a okay btw everyone needs to sometimes be mia)

I am too and yeah I guess but also, still, thanks for being supportive

Hey of course!! I mean I think we can afford to be at this point in small ways at least

Mm yeah but it's appreciated either way so you're a+ accept this fact, friend

Haha thank you though

Np

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