masanari | [Futurelandia] It's April and We're under the sheets.

Yes, actually.

[He's definitely that type of guys and it's the sort of thing that paradoxically annoys her but feels unfairly endearing at the same time. Some women were all about bad boys or people who needed to be fixed, Tiffany apparently had a thing for her polar opposite.]

You're here now, though.

[And apparently extending the effort to come up with a semblance of a pack or ... Something along those lines, it would seem.]

Ye-yeah. And I think we've had some good times in the last few months too. So I'm... uh. I mean, I'm glad you decided to come. I hope Junko didn't have to trick you into it or anything, I wasn't really hands-on with the whole planning thing here she just kinda did all of it...

[ It's strange, though he can't see how strange, that his scent his still pumping and he's shirtless despite sounding as awkward and as unsure as he does in this moment. He laughs it off though, keeping her gaze sincerely. ]

She said it was a surprise for you, it's cool.

[Sooo she knew well before Yamato even did! Hopefully that's alright.]

Things've been kind of awful so I was grateful for the break. Your little sister really knows how to throw a sales pitch, though.

[He's definitely full of contrasts. Nervous on the outside but pumping out confidence and concentrated lust from the inside, but she'd still say he had come a long way even from when they first met. Tiffany looks away first though and begrudges herself a little because it's a sign of weakness, because it was difficult to stand up to what he was putting out and remain as calm as she played at being.]

So I guess you're gonna start your own pack.

[ Things have been kind of awful...? He can't help it, he zeroes in on that, even as he wanted to say something prideful back to her, about how he was, and he was hoping she could be a part of it. Or maybe some sort of sales pitch he may or may not have practiced to himself both in the mirror and in private only to him social media posts he can conveniently read if he's feeling too lost. ... That's not weird, right?

Either way though, he pushes off the railing and breaks the distance between them, crouching down to get at eye level to her, but hesitating to reach out and touch her just yet. He... ]

She does, yeah. I mean. Yeah pretty much that - uh! Look though, putting whose place this is and who it's for or whatever aside, if you feel like you want to talk to me or just -- whatever, I'll do it. I do still owe you and I had fun on those dates too.

[That's a little weird but it's definitely just like Yamato, so maybe it's not any weirder than one would generally expect, therefore normalizing. That's what Tiffany would guess, anyway. But it's impossible to miss his concern and she blinks a little slowly, as if she suddenly needed extra brain power to sort through something that was more complicated than sex or small talk.]

... Come on, you didn't come on an awesome vacation to hear someone bitch at you.

[She's good at listening to other people's problems, a great recycling bin for all their fears and issues and upset, but it's a little harder for her to be on the opposite end. And it's embarrassing that she really does want to vomit her feelings to someone younger than herself.]

Besides, it kind of feels like you're way more interested in other ideas.

[He might have hesitated but now that she's got ground to stand on? She tugs on the waist of his pants. He's still horny, anyone could tell.]

[ He is still horny. He's actually got the stubby beginnings of an erection even now, though with his own thick cock it seems bigger than that implies. Right now, he has sort of pulled pants up over himself without even putting back on his underwear, and so the tug does expose a little bit of him. Still, he smiles, and he leans in to kiss her briefly. ]

You can multitask a little, right?

Industrious as usual, I see.

[Ugh, she shouldn't say anything, it's such a weird thing to talk about while fooling around. But she was never very good at telling him no and there's something impressive about Yamato now so ... Whatever. She moves around a little to face him properly, tugging his pants all the way down.]

It's just my family. My parents are wanting to leave one another, Trisha won't come home because they're arguing so I end up in the middle, I just ...

[She can distract herself by touching him, since he's not even half hard yet and she's kind of easing into it, right now her strokes are slow and leisurely.]

They're my family and I love them but it's getting kind of out of hand, but it's not like I have anywhere else to go.

[Physically or emotionally.]

I uh - I mean, I try. [ He does try hard at the things he excels at. He's not sure he excels at this whole being there for people thing, but so many people (okay, Nariko and Junko and Charlotte, but still) have been there for him, that he sure wants to try. He runs through what he knows about her family and her home situation in his head. Where did she live, who did she live with, who was Trisha? Did he know all of this...?

Oh well, he kisses at both of her cheeks, brushing a hand back over her skull and lightly through her hair. The other arm reaches around her waist to hold her in a little ]

That's rough though. I mean... uh. How are you feeling about it all?

[She's not big on talking about her family so, yeah, he probably knows about her older sister whose already moved on to another pack but is currently living at home while she moves all her crap. But her parents weren't really worth mentioning, one was the right hand of the Alpha of the pack she was born into her and her mom was a homemaker.]

Well, it's shitty.

[She sighs, and then laughs a bit.] They don't feel like the same people anymore. [Her thumb applies a little pressure as she eases it over the slit, and then goes back to stroking a little faster.] I feel more at home with all of you then I do with my own parents.

That's... probably party of growing up. Maybe. [ He really should speak stronger about that, but he's - well, he can't help but think that he is one to talk. After all, not only has he not left the pack of his birth, but he only started considering it in the last two months. His mate is his mother, and even if that's hard to remember it does show a strong amount of attachment to his parents. Not to mention he's younger than her, still in his late years of high school. He sighs a little, his cock throbbing as it starts to become more blatantly erect. He ...

He could answer better. ]

But I'm glad to hear that, to uh-- well, to some extent. I was hoping you might feel like that. But I don't want you to feel shitty either, so... there's that. Is your sister okay?

No, it's wrong.

[It doesn't really matter if he means that it's normal that they begin to feel like different people, or that she shouldn't feel at home with them anymore. That's just ... It can't be right. They were always destined to go to different places, do different things, and in a way family was meant to drift apart but what's going on is an utter break of their relationships. Not the regular strain that comes with turning into your own person.

Still, she says it very softly, it's not a hard no or even a response that negates what Yamato has said.] She's running away like she always does. People become awful when they're in situations like this and she's decided she won't deal with it. I'm the one that's not really okay.

[She sighs for an entirely different reason than he did.] But that's why it's nice to be here.

[And even if the conversation that's occurring is weird, it's nice to be messing around with him again.]

[ It's wrong, huh?

... Yeah, probably is. The whole not feeling at home with one's own parents he suspects is an inevitable thing, given the itch that he feels now and he suspects his siblings feel to differing extents. But he might be projecting. He bites his lip, and then hesitates to ask this because this is really, really entering a world where it's not his place, but he asks, ]

What about everyone else? Or your Alpha? Should... is it a big enough thing to poke other people like that?

[ He is part a close knit group. He knows everyone else isn't, necessarily. ]

Zeke isn't going to do anything, he's not the type to get in the middle of things like this. As far as he's concerned, it's designed to work itself out with time.

[And that's definitely one approach but it's clear that Tiffany doesn't agree with it at all. What's the point of an Alpha if they aren't going to step in when a situation begins to escalate?] Besides, we're all pretty scattered so I don't think anyone but him really gets how ridiculous they can be. We don't really feel like much of a pack.

[Maybe that was why it was so easy to like the Kida family. Even when Junko and Nariko had come in together they were very obviously close to one another, Tiffany couldn't even imagine them fighting. Junko and Yamato were the same, so it had to be a trait specific to their environment.]

I guess I can see why Junko invited me now.

[Man, how pathetic! But that doesn't have anything to do with Yamato, and she's restrained herself long enough. Sucking is a lot more fun than just touching.]

[ Fuck that's good. Maybe he's just excited to be doing it with Tiffany again, but he generously and openly moans when he wraps her lips around his cock, getting around the head and starting to suck. He shivers a little, licking his lips and then taking the moment to process what she just said... huh.

He grins a little sheepishly and, ]

I guess it was a bit much up front but I... didn't really want to seem deceptive.

[Well, she's a little more devoted to this task than she is to stopping and answering him and starting again sooo!

There'll be an awkward lack of an answer if Yamato doesn't count the way she looks up at him, soft and sort of giving. There was nothing deceptive about it, not from him or Junko -- She really did believe the other girl when she'd said that it could be something more, or it could just be a way to let off some steam.

It was so much easier to focus on his dick than things like her family, her lack of courage or even that paper she should have finished before coming on this trip ... She was happy to let it all go and steadily work her throat downward. Tiffany had to account for her gag reflex a little but it wasn't nearly as bad as it could be, and taking her time certainly helped.]

[ God he loved Tiffany. He loved all of his girls. He had said that earlier, and it really sounded nice in his head. His girls. He knew that he loved Nariko most of all, she was his mate. Right? And if he were to make some sort of hierarchy, he suspected that Junko would be next to the top there, but he also didn't really need or want to make a hierarchy. the utopic vision he had had for the future was one in which everyone could be happy, safe, and united under him. A vision of a world in which everyone would be loved and together.

Briefly, he entertained another vision of that world, spending a long moment looking into Tiffany's eyes, perhaps imagining what his child with her might look like. But he dismisses that just as quickly to moan and shower her with a more simple praise. He reached out to brush the top of her head, running his hand over the crest of her hair. ]

[Their child would be utterly gorgeous: Tiffany had already loosely daydreamed it, had already figured that Yamato would make a pretty damn good father, at that. It stands to reason that the image he has in his head is one she would be able to agree with, even if it would be a little surprising. He hadn't seemed like the type of guy that was super focused on his future but she wouldn't begrudge him for having goals. Especially if they included her.

Especially if it meant that she got to do this way more often.

While Yamato brushed over her impressive halo of thick, springy curls in their usual afro, Tiffany made her way down to the base of his length with a series of wet, nearly gratuitous sounds.]

[ Her hair was really different than most of the others, which... well, he feels briefly bad for thinking of the word exotic because that is really not the right word, but he settles for it while his head is full of fuck. He groans, and he can't resist rocking his hips a little into her. He knows that she can gag a bit... because.

Well.

Okay no, he won't move too much, but he will exhale and, ]

Tiffany... I'm glad you're here.

[The only thing exotic about her hair is how easy it is for her to maintain as basically any woman of color (especially Nariko) would absolutely tell him. But that's definitely a topic for a different time and relaxing her throat to accept the movement of his hips is way more important.

She looks up at him and hopes there's enough happiness or general positivity in her eyes when she looks up at him. She's happy to be here too, more than she had thought possible. And, really, she had missed him a lot more than she'd realized before this moment.

Which means she speeds up a little more, a little more eager than usual to get him to cum down her throat - even if it did end up making her gag.]

[ Hey, everyone he knows either has straight hair or straightens it. Okay no, not everyone, but a lot of people. Certainly the two most important women in his life. But no, no, it's a much, much different question. For a much different situation. As such, he groans and lets his mind drift away from it.

That look she gives is awesome.

He grins, and he keeps brushing her, resisting the urge to rock more. He's excited, but he doesn't want to disturb her! Maybe he should ramble?! ]

[Go ahead and try to ask the most important woman in your life about her hair, Yamato. Just give that a shot when you feel particularly brave.

But: Speaking of that woman it's not like Tiffany isn't aware of their relationship and while she knows it's stupid and pointless to 'live up to' a woman like that, there is a bit of a demanding streak in her. She wants (illogically) Yamato to miss her, to keep thinking about herm so every little positive signal ends up feeling like a reward to her. It wouldn't come out anytime soon nor so easily, but she'd missed Yamato a lot.

Maybe it's that or the simple fact that he listened to her ... But she digs her nails into his hips and yanks him forward a little bit while going back down: His happiness feels more important than her own comfort. She's smart enough to know better than to examine that in the middle of fucking around.

And he should absolutely ramble because silence doesn't fit him in the least.]

[ Oh oh wow, she really just did that, swallowing him down deeper and yanking him closer. His hips shift a little against her, and he inhales deep with surprise. His scent pumps out with a small surge, and he licks his lips before... ]

Oh that's-- good. You're really... I mean. I'm glad you're as into this as you seem to be and I'm - I'm repeating myself. Hahahaaaaa...

[... Her throat is going to ache like hell right after this but her payout is that lovely pulse of his scent and how easily she falls to it. Tiffany had, in the beginning, been a little hesitant about the whole utter dominance thing and the tinge of Alpha in him, but now it's just!

Who knew why she had been so concerned.

Maybe objectively it should have concerned her to be so happy just to deep throat him with a groan. She really hadn't wanted to fuck around too much but the farther along they go the more it seems like a shame to not let him have it.]

[ Oh... Did she intend for this not to be a big deal? Well then uh, his bad. That said. ]

Tiffany... Your lips feel good. They always feel good. And your hair. And tits. And ass.

[ He should. Be more poetic. But he was singing the praises of her body! Though, perhaps, he should get more specific. He runs his hands down her shoulders, idly wondering if he should study it more ]

Edited 2016-12-07 04:39 (UTC)

[Not the first time around!! But they'd just been fooling around, right? Dating, kind of messing around ... This feels much more weighted and serious for her, at least. The compliments aren't hurting that at all even if she does think he's being way too generous.

But she does have a very nice, thick ass thank you very much. Not that her tits are anything to be disappointed by but they're smaller than Junko's, a hefty set of Cs that work well with a body that's got some pretty deep curves. She's been called pretty more than once but, well, that doesn't mean she isn't unnaturally critical of herself.

The touch is nice, though, especially since as her scent twists into something a little more demanding and concentrated she forces her head to move faster, a reliable up-down rhythm that sees her tongue rubbing along the underside of his cock.]

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yaaaaay

I'm only around for this last round but tomorrow I wanna catch up after studying!!

Well I'll look forward to it!

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this is dumb since I'm the one that doesn't have their shit together but wow I miss yamato/nari

wow im so sorry notifs died or something my bad. But hahaha I guess it has been a bit.

they apparently just died out of nowhere which sucks but ahh well

Yeah we will have to carry on or something (but yeah some YamaNari would be pretty fun)

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