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[ Masaomi can't help but feel a little put out that she completely ignored his performance. But then, it was one of those background elements, meant more to create a vibe than to steal a scene. And so by the end of it he snickers, shaking his head and sliding his hands into his pockets so he might follow the pair...

He won't fit in there, will he?

As for Mikado... No, that as an order. He knows it was an order, and while he's mildly uncomfortable about being worked into her pace now, he's far more enamored with the idea of getting off. His boner appreciates his manners? Is that even a thing? Still, he ...

He does follow her in there, nodding along and trying to quip back but not coming up with anything. ]

Okay...

[They'll be a little cramped but! She's not so irritated that she plans on totally ignoring him! He just had to make it through that first ordeal, and be a little patient. But first she has to get into the little clubhouse, totally leaving behind her purse.]

Masaomi!! Come on! [After Mikado's gotten in she goes out of her way to make sure to kiss that specific idiot, by now there's no stopping her scent even if she wanted to, it's almost desperately needy, which could be mistaken for a physical desperation she isn't really showing in real time. Nah, Nariko actually looks and feels incredibly comfortable in all of this, in the beating of her heart and the unbearable desire to make them need her until they're sick with it.

It doesn't even come off as strange in that moment.]

At least it's a little private. [Did you want to keep your pants open, Mikado? Hopefully you didn't, because she's going right for the prize here.]

[ The world for Mikado is now filled with a haze that he can't quite identify, and a heat that he's pretty sure should be fogging up his glasses. It doesn't, of course, at least not entirely. The world doesn't match up that well to the internal one. But he links in the midst of the kiss, and he smiles back as she parts enough for her to rummage around his pants. Right now... well, right now, she can do whatever she want. He feels hot, light-headed, only barely on the edge of control and swimming in a sea of his own creation.

It's largely because of all that he doesn't notice Masaomi collecting her purse and all their own bags and such at the foot of the playhouse before leisurely following in himself. It's not that he's not horny too, far from it. But he can at least make a show of being impassive and cool. ]

Pretty snuggly, even.

[ Mikado sighs and, ] Y-yeah, not... bad.

[There has to be some irony in the fact that the one time she'd appreciate Masaomi being loud, she doesn't hear a peep out of the guy! Oh well. The (un)fortunate reality here is that it's easy to be in love with power but Nariko's just an idiot teenager and she doesn't really know how to angle anything, how to utilize nuances. Which means that for as much as she wants to remain in control that ... Sort of tapers off the moment she can put her mouth to something useful.

Namely sucking Mikado off. She holds his hips tight, immediately working down to the base without any concern for her own personal comfort, it's still very desperate and each passing second gets her wetter but she's just focused on Mikado, though she does flit her gaze over to Masaomi.

Seriously, man, you wanted attention, right? Of course on some level it's irritating the shit out of her that he's not reacting at all. She's made guys twice his age get on their knees for her but Masaomi's just f i n e. It's infuriating.]

Holy shit--- Thank you.

[ That was probably executed a little weird. Mikado didn't have any real art there, it just seems like one should probably react to having your dick plunged into the back of someone's mouth like that. It makes him moan, bite his lip, and try to hold it in. Not sure what to do with his hands, he sort of awkwardly tugs on his own collar with one hand and then pats her head with the other, even as he feels his eyes rolling back.

As for Masaomi he sits cross-legged and trying to look sagely here in the corner of the playhouse. His cheeks are read, and if the angle allowed you might see his boner, but for the most part, he's trying to look zen and infuriate her a little. Because that seems like s winning strategy. ]

[Mm, maybe just a tad weird but Mikado, underneath his apparent desire to follow someone else's lead, was a pretty weird dude. Not the annoying weird that was deeply concerning on an instinctual level, but the kind of weird that jived well with nearly everything.

But! She's not about answering him whether he wants to thank her or curse her name, she's trying to block out Masaomi, trying to curb the part of her that is angry and affecting the output of her own scent, so his plan is definitely working. For as dedicated as she is in this task, there's a little section of her that's a little too focused on Masaomi rather than how her tongue is curling over the base of Mikado's cock.

It's almost amazing that she doesn't accidentally work herself into knots, there.]

[ Masaomi might be convincing himself and maybe even her that he's apart from this, that he's some sort of priest... but he's not above it. As he listens to the slurping sounds, as he watches what's happening here, even if he does cover his blush and tries to obscure his boner a little, he knows his eyes will betray him - to Mikado if not her. It's an irrational fear, but he's also fourteen. And so he closes his eyes on top of everything.

Maybe that's infuriating in and of itself.

Mikado, though, ] It's-- it's amazing you don't.

Choke.

[Well, she can't see him so the complete irritation continues to be the fact that he's not reacting, not touching her, and the vague sense that even if she did know how to harness an ability that's existed in future Alphas for millennia he wouldn't be affected by it in the way she wants him to. It's kind of a principle of the matter thing.

But she's not going to stop and answer Mikado right now, his answer is the gentle drawback, so that her lips barely held the tip of his cock before she rams all the way back down. Yes it is amazing! But just enjoy it, man!

Especially since she's speeding up so she can either beat the ever loving snot out of Masaomi or ride his dick until he's begging her to let him cum. If there's a middle option then she's genuinely unaware of it.]

[ Was Masaomi playing a long con here?

Even he wasn't sure, but if he was asked, he would... lie. But he would lie to himself and say he was, at least!

Mikado, though? Mikado's caught in the middle and paying all the consequences and all the benefits of it at the same time. He groans openly as she speeds up, knowing he won't last, embracing every bit of movement she makes against him. His glasses feel foggy, but maybe that's just his head, his vision... ]

Nariiii....

[ Three, two, one...

He's going to cum, tightening up and probably on one of her movements down, invited to blow it down her throat ]

[It's really a shame that she's too wound up to appreciate the way he draws out her name that way! But when it happens she doesn't half-ass a single thing, she swallows, and is careful to lick upward. She might not be able to cook, but she can clean up really well!]

Better, right?

[God, she's fucking wet and that asshole is still behind her but also Mikado. Is this hell? Is this double-boyfriend hell-heaven?]

Now stay there while I figure something out, okay? [She really should stop ordering people around, but even though it's difficult to move around in this cramped space she still manages to face Masaomi. She clearly debates yelling, throwing a fit, or punching him.

But then she sees his boner.]

Ahh, you must have been bored, you're so put together! [What's that saying ... Kill with kindness? Drive boys nuts with it? Maybe something like that.]

[ Mikad didn't even stand a chance. He blinked at her in the aftermath and breathed out "okay" in a weak voice before slumping down. He scent is still going nuts in an enclosed space like this, he might just get a boner before she turns around again. That said, at least he can recover now and savor that feeling ]

[ Masaomi doesn't opens his eyes, but she can hear that she's turned to face him. He's red all over his face, has a raging erection, and has that same red coloring going up to his ears. In short, his body has totally betrayed him. But he can be a col guy, even in this moment, he can drive her crazy in a way he's pretty sure that Mikado can't!

Even if he knows Mikado has other strengths he couldn't hope to match.

It's a give and take sort of thing. Still, he lifts a hand, and without looking at her, he gives a thumbs up before super cheekily he replies, ] No, no, it's more like I became one with the buddha!

[See, the thing about that is he's relying on her inability to adapt, and while Nariko isn't always the sharpest tool in the box, she's far from stupid, and when she wants something she can be ridiculous and shameless. It's a far more concerning combination than most people would realize.]

Ah, is that it ...

[She doesn't even pretend to understand what he's talking about. For her it's not the point. The point is that she leans in real close and she embraces every part of herself that wants a dick shoved into her overbearingly wet cunt. It's the desire to be fucked without quite giving into submission just yet - she will, maybe, if it's him, but not yet. Not when he won't even try. - and it's what helps push out that dominant part of that makes Stuff happen.]

Oh no, I thought you'd wanna fuck me until I was a happy mess like our boyfriend over there! What, is it not enough that I forgave you, Masaomi? You don't wanna stuff your cum in me? Mm, or maybe you'd rather spill it all over my face ... Or my boobs?

[Her voice is a well honed purr the whole time, she keeps herself evened out even if it's driving her nuts. Her lips still trail over his neck and up to his ear where she scraps her teeth and then nips so carefully it might not even feel like much of anything.]

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[ ... Well fuck.

Masaomi's elaborate plan here (such as it were) either is completed or crumbles the moment that she leans in on him and whispers, depending on your perspective. Namely, he opens his eyes the moment that she ghosts over his ears, looking her over with a naked hunger, and as she leans over him, his scent is released. Going through puberty, he doesn't have much control over it and he's not even sure what to do with it yet, but the whole thing shoots out of him, working to combat hers in their enclosed space and demanding submission of everyone in the area.

Still, his voice is far weaker than the scent might imply ]

A---ahahah. That would be a pretty dramatic read of me, NariNari-chan? Are you perhaps trying to seduce me, or just toying with me in the first place...

[Talk about a double edged sword. On the one hand she got the reaction she wanted: He very clearly wants her back, he can't even speak straight! But she's hit with his effect much more thoroughly than she'd like. Very suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere to her, Nariko really just wants to lie down and offer up every part of herself and she doesn't quite comprehend why. That's the result of coming from a monogamous household, and having zero examples of an Alpha of any kind or either gender.

So the quality of his tone almost doesn't count because she weakens for a bit, and has to violently try to compose herself.]

How could I ever toy with someone who became one with a god? I'm only lamenting all the things I thought you'd wanna do with me before achieving nirvana! I wanted to do it from behind again, maybe at school or on the way home, and we haven't even fooled around in Mikado's room, yet.

[It's killing her to be so calm, it feels like her insides are threatening to drop out, and she's never wanted to be touched, to have something inside of her as badly as she does now. Even yesterday was nothing compared to this. She's putting up a better front, but if he doesn't snap first and go for her then she's done, and she'll have lost for good.]

[ If he were more in control - more clever, more able to get his scent under his own power and exploit it better he might be able to pull off more tricks than just pushing it down, like he had been until now. But with it out in the open like this, and with her own pumping as much if not more than his (and with Mikado out and out whimpering now as he gets hard again) it's basically impossible for Masaomi to hold back anything at this point.

He loves this sparring, loves the little dialogue she was doing-

He wants to quip back at her, but that little mewl of her voice just makes his dick that much harder, and he can't possibly take it anymore. And so wit ha frustrated growl and a mad look in his eyes, the young man lurches forward, collects himself, and then grabs hold of both of her shoulders to pin her down on the floor of the little hideout they were in (part of her perhaps ending up on Mikado's lap) and forcefully making to pull aside her pants and yank down his own pants, planning to just shove himself right in her.

Condoms, what condoms ]

[It's almost a relief when he moves because he was really pushing her down to the wire. She's vaguely alarmed by the look in his eyes, as if she wasn't the one to cause it, as if it weren't only fair, but that passes quickly. Now that he's cracked first all the fight seems to drain out of her, and she goes down without an ounce of fight. If anything she scrambles to help him with her clothes - thank goodness she chose a dress for this date because it means she just has to lift her skirt, because why wear panties?

When he's in her, though, the guttural noise she makes is absolutely inhuman. It's not the sound of a vaguely-there Alpha, just a bitch in heat, one that's shuddering and panting underneath him. She can't even manage to say his name right now, all that comes out is another odd noise, this time more high-pitched, needy.

Really, fuck him for making such a mess of her, but she'll give him shit for it later. Right now she's never wanted someone so much in her life.]

[ Again, were he older, more in control, he might have said something clever or sexy here, maybe some word of ownership or to exploit the fact that she clearly got more submissive or at least more needy the moment his cock rammed into her. But he doesn't, because he can't manage that. All he can manage is ramming his dick up in her and roughly setting a pace to try to quench his maddeningly need to fuck her. All he can do is thrust and grunt, his lips brushing over her own and her neck as he dissolves into pants and moans.

His hands pin her to the floor - his eyes basically see nothing. His scent pulses.

And the whole while, Mikado whimpers under the pressure of both of them, his own dick rock hard again and barely able to see straight ]

[He didn't have to be older or more in control, and he absolutely did not need to comment on her sudden change in reaction. It was confusing enough as it was, and she didn't need the extra flack. Really, all she needed was the utterly determined way that he fucked her. It was bare bones and instinctual, two idiot teenagers rutting at each other because they couldn't help it anymore.

But that was the kind of desperation she seemed to thrive off of. By now it seems she can't even hope to push out her own scent, she gives in to his fully, keeps making those strange, high pitched noises that don't sound right in her throat.

And even though Masaomi's driving her to a quickie orgasm her hand still tries to seek out Mikado's dick so she can at least stroke him. They're all a mess, might as well be in it together.]

[ Mikado...

Masaomi, through the haze of the moment, follows Nariko's arm, trying to see where where hand is groping over to. It's then he sees their boyfriend, straining himself over there. Remembering something Nariko said or at least he imagined, Masaomi lurches forward with his most recent thrust, placing one hand firmly on Nariko's collarbone, but the other roughly tugging Mikado's collar to lurch the boy over to them. The stumbling movement Mikado makes puts his butt and hips more or less by Nariko's face, and his own face near Masaomi's. And before any words are said, the taller boy pulls Mikado in to kiss him.

It's clumsy, and he'll need to break to moan, but he might as well enter him into this.

After all, he owns both of them.

(Wait, he does? Does his scent say that...?) ]

[Nariko didn't belong to anyone, and she'd probably say as much if Masaomi really dared to bring that up. They were just dating, and how could she run around doing as she liked if she ~belonged~ with someone? No, Masaomi didn't own so much as a square inch of her ass, not that anyone would believe that while she was busy taking his dick as if it was her soul's calling.

And since Mikado's been shoved closer she's entirely capable of getting him off, but that ends up taking a back seat because they kiss. And it's ... Honestly, it ends up feeling like something she shouldn't be watching at all, and there's an incredibly strange moment where she bottoms out entirely, it's so easy to be jealous and to let that overwhelm everything, especially her desire for sex. But it's just for a second, and she picks up like a song that's been paused, switched back to play.

But while they kiss she angles and twists her body to sort of get her mouth around Mikado's cock. She ... Won't interrupt them, otherwise.]

[ It's mikado who breaks the kiss first, needing air and not even sure how to respond to the fact that his brother just kissed him like that while they were on top of Nariko. Should be apologize to Nariko, or - or could he even think of anything other than- ]

Fuck.

[ A sentiment Masaomi echos in the form of - ]

Fuck.

[ And he then grins at Nariko, as if to ask her if that was good for her - but then she's gobbling up Mikado's dick, and the sight of that makes him snort and dig his cock into her that much more, harder and planning to drill her - it seems to almost get bigger inside of him as his scent becomes the dominant force in the room ]

[While she meant well here maybe another blowjob was kind of a bad idea, because it's difficult to moan around a whole sizable enough amount of flesh in her mouth, but she also can't be quiet, either. It means she's caught between an impending orgasm and weirdly mangled noises, and you'd think she wouldn't want to make Mikado come as much as she wants to herself, but here they are and she can't make a decision!

So Mikado or Masaomi have to make it for her. One of then has to come or say something because right about now she's a little too pleased to remain a giving little fuckdoll between them.]

[ A giving little fuckdoll is a glorious thing though, and what fourteen year old boy wouldn't want to embrace that? For a long moment, both boys are more than content as their continue this... but then both notice her starting to gag or choke with the moans against Mikado's dick. And so Mikado scoots back to try to pull out of her mouth. He's so regretful to do that... but. ]

Should let--- her scream

Yeah.

[ Masaomi groans, and he gives Mikado an apologetic look but looks back down at Nariko ]

Scream.

[Whether it's for a valid reason or not she doesn't appreciate losing the task, but she's not in a position to drag him back, so her lips are parted uselessly and there's a particularly upset whine that crawls out of her throat. She gives Mikado a look that could easily be interpreted as very, genuinely hurt!

But Masaomi hardly needs to tell her to scream, because now there's nothing better task for her mouth.]

Ma-a-sa -- [She's not trying to say his nickname this time! His name is just too complicated but she wants to say it, in fact she wants to say a lot of things but they just come out jumbled and useless. One hand reaches out to grip at Masaomi's arm or around his middle - the other is searching out Mikado's hand, at least.

For a girl that doesn't belong to anyone she's sure as hell very attached to them.]

Nari--! Nari!!

[ clearly, he's a bastion of articulation as well here, his hands digging into her chest and collarbone even as he continues to fuck her, tugging a bit on the fabric of the clothing left there, enjoying this feeling and his scent going mad at this feeling, like he's accomplishing something, like it's the first logical step here. And his best bro is with him too.

Said friend, incidentally, has taken off his glasses and given her an apologetic look back through a bleary set of eyes, and is now stroking his cock with one hand even as the other firmly takes her own ]

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ps I hope you're doing okay and/or I can otherwise help you have fun here

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