masanari | [Midlandia] Just One Note

[Midlandia] Just One Note

[A series of events occurred which were incredibly important and ultimately life changing.

But frankly her attention span was always rather limited. What really mattered above all else was that she and Nathan were free, and it didn't require Vergil's scolding or leaving the country. They had been adopted into this pack with considerably minimal fuss. They had a roof, food, and a way to get to and from school. The best part was that there was no one to hit her anymore, no more getting thrown left and right into walls or furniture, and Nathan no longer had to hear all the yelling and insults. They could be living in a high class sewer and Nariko would still be happy.

And while she'd made her gratuity very clear to the Alpha she's been otherwise quite normal! Nariko had survived the state of things because she knew how to control herself, how to present properly. So ever since they'd been given their space she'd gone about meeting everyone she could, being both agreeable and fun, while Nathan clung to her side the whole time.

Lately, though, he's been feeling a little more like himself. On this particular day she's sprawled all over the couch while Nathan watches some movie directly in front of her. If she's supposed to give a single crap about her tiny shorts or tank top then ... Actually, no, why would she? It hasn't occurred to Nariko to dress or act differently, especially because there's so many women. Besides, she's kind of idly watching it with him or occasionally toying with her phone, and really she'd practically beg for something fun to do. Ugh.]

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[ In order to pull this off, he (well, both of them) need to let go of Mikado's hand. So he does, and takes a step closer to Nari, a sly grin on his face before leaning in to -- nuzzle his nose against her! And then close his eyes, tilt his head, and press his lips against her - the picture of a gentle, romantic kiss. He wants to portray how fun the date was for him ]

[Letting go of Mikado isn't fun but it does need to be done, yes. And when she's come to terms with that it's a lot easier to fully lean into Masaomi, full on embracing and all that. ... But she's not expecting the nuzzling thing here and it makes her laugh like an idiot, though even that somehow tapers just in time for a kiss that was far more thoughtful than she had thought it would be.

Hopefully he doesn't consider it too much of a shame when she presses a little harder. It really was a fun date, and Masaomi's weird but he's also funny and creative and charming, and ... He's officially given her one of the best orgasms of her life, so that should definitely go into the kiss too, right? So it's both gentle and needy, she grips onto him a little tightly, pushes her chest into his ...

It's some balance between romantic and sexual, probably.]

[ And here he was, trying to be gentlemanly. He grins into the kiss for a brief moment, but then deepens it as well, his hands in her hair tugging at it lightly because he wasn't blind, he's noticed her reaction to things that mess with her hair just a little bit, so he's confident she'll like this. He knows that he's got her, some way or another, or at least he's confident with the inevitability. The young man's tongue pokes out a little to brush her lips, and his hands then roll south down her body.

Her breasts really are impressive against his chest. He hopes his mostly developed chest muscles are as impressive, or at least half as. ]

[She'd argue that point to hell and back, and yet he's on the right track all around because she groans, has to actively push her scent down even as she wants to basically melt into him. She's so busy opening her mouth and squeezing around his middle that she doesn't quite notice where his hands might be going - until they pass over some alarming point she's just too absorbed in the kiss, which is quickly becoming far more intense than she'd planned on.

But, hey, Nariko isn't complaining.]

[ Well who doesn't want to give her ass a firm little squeeze? If she's going to be this hot for him, might as well have a little fun with it, right? And so he smirks a bit as he squeezes her tush, still embracing her in the kiss. He smelled that. And so did Mikado, frowning a bit over here. And Nariko was jealous of him and Masaomi? Yeesh.

Masaomi though...

Man, Nariko was into this. He was too, he--

He should fuck her more ]

[There's got to be something about the hair-kiss-grope combo because it really puts her in the mood to fuck around like nothing else. A not-so-little part of her wants to drag him into the house and fuck in the living room again, but there's another part of her that's bothered by how much power he has over her.

Nariko pulls back so suddenly that it almost makes her stumble.] That's ... Not fair! It went on kinda long!

[She's trying to sound lighthearted while also reigning herself in, and it makes her voice warble a little, especially as she takes deep breathes. She'll be back to normal in a second.]

[ Masaomi managed to not shoot his own scent out beyond a little whisper of it, something which annoys Mikado even more. But the young man with the glasses can't... well. He can't go and reach out to take Nariko, because he's probably used the boldness in his life a bit to much today, trying to keep pace with Maaomi. But right now - I mean. It was obvious. She was way more into Masaomi than into him.

So he sort of pouts, but he shrugs off that Masaomi can quip back to her - ]

Eeeh, did you start it?!

It's not a matter of who started it or not!

[Yeah, just that is enough to snap her back into place, though the physical effects linger, she's calmed her hormones back to their usual level of 'almost seeping out and demanding sex'. Nariko straightens her dress a little before she faces Mikado with a little, apologetic smile. She knows how it looks to him and that's what makes her feel guilty because he's so wrong.

She takes Mikado's hand and, yeah, that she starts out softer with him probably isn't going to help, but right now she's a little worried he might not even be interested in kissing her! Not after that accidental display with Masaomi. So once she's got a green light, here ...]

[ Masaomi snorts affectionately over here because that's pretty much an admission that she totally started it and really wanted him badly. That he was "winning" here in more ways that one. Still, he's glad when Mikado and her start to kiss.

Mikado isn't quite resistant though. Self-esteem or not, there's no way he could resist her. The feeling of her against him, the smell of a hint of her scent and the natural smells of her body... he melts into her with basically no resistance. He tilts his head and brushes his lips against her ]

[She wouldn't have blamed him if he was upset, but it's also not a big shock that he wasn't - or that he was able to get over it for a brief moment. Mikado is sweet, honest, and incredibly smart and goddamn does she like him. It's in the awful way where it feels like she'd probably never be good enough, but it's nice to think about, and it was nice to talk with him alone before they met Masaomi. It felt easy and right, and not nearly as scary or stressful as literally any other interaction with any other boy she's ever met.

Including Masaomi.

So the idea that she likes one more than the other is bullshit. There's no question about whether she starts it first here because for Mikado she does - slow and steadily, Nariko shifts from gentility to eager neediness. There's really something to be said for a guy who doesn't make you jump through hoops, it's safe and comforting, and doesn't diminish her sex drive in the least.

Basically Mikado has maybe ten seconds before she's moaning and trying to guide her tongue into his mouth. Masaomi will have to wait, just like his brother did before.]

[ Mikado still has doubts because how could he not? All his life, he's been the foil to Masaomi, and even though Alpha scent doesn't fully develop until puberty like all other scents, Mikado did need to deal with him all his life, his achievements and his gung-ho attitude. It wasn't that he resented his brother - no, he loved him. He followed him in everything and has no doubt in his mind he was bullied much less because of the insane antics that they had got in because of him. But Mikado was smart, and that doesn't necessarily buy you a lot of social credibility, even in this day and age, until you're properly in high school.

And deep into it.

He's own grown himself because of that. Every bit of sex he's ever had in his life is at least in part because of Masaomi. There's a lot of problems with it, and he wouldn't mind something which was all his, even if he also loved this trio they were getting involved in here. Mikado groans a little into the kiss, feeling her hot against him and forgiving her before their lips even touched. Forgiving Masaomi after they do. And --

when it deeps, he's surprised. He didn't make much effort to touch her beyond wrapping his arms around his neck, and when her tongue is in his mouth, he's amazed. But he also loves it, and the fog in his glasses ]

[Hey, this time she remembers the glasses, and even reaches up to take them off and slip them into her purse for temporary safe keeping! It's a miracle.

Mikado didn't have to initiate the touching if he didn't want to, Nariko was more than happy to wrap her arms around him and lean into the whole feeling of it. Mikado was smart, and that was part of what made him a little intimidating, enough that when she'd lingered outside of his room last night and almost slept next to him instead of Masaomi. Back then it had felt like she might be bothering Mikado with it, that he might just think she was an idiot but hindsight is twenty-twenty and all that.

The best thing she can do is make up for it now by putting her all into a long, slow, kiss. Maybe Masaomi had more immediate, sexual responses, but Mikado got all of the intensity, all the things that might actually last into the future. Maybe it would change later, but right now they were weirdly evened out, for better or worse.]

[ Mikado is ignorant of all of that, honestly. For better or worse, all three of them are probably caught up in their own heads, with Masaomi, of all people, seeing the clearest into the opinions and motivations of the others. And even he doesn't have any special insight. No, Mikado...

Is surprised.

He's surprised that this feels as intimate as it does, and feels as hot as it does. She's close up against him, all over him, and he's drowning in her, overwhelmed by this feeling. He tilts his head and lingers more on her lips, his tongue edging out a little bit more. Was she- was he?

The light breeze of the sea comes in from him, but right now, he's loving that this is happening ]

[There's an excited relief that comes with the hint of his scent and man it was so easy to inhale it greedily, feeding off of his excitement. A little hum sneaks out while she touches along his lower back, drifting up his spine, to his shoulders and pressing him as close as physically possible, almost obnoxiously so. She wants more of it, more of him, so her lips part and her tongue makes a little path against his bottom lip, more teasing than concerned about what is or isn't allowed.

... One day she'll tell him, in fact of the two she kind of wants to tell Mikado everything, because it's awful trying to shoulder the whole thing on her own. In a lot of ways she's doing a shitty job, and rather than throw a fit she's got actual, like, people around to help her. So she might as well take advantage of it, right?

Poor Mikado, he'll never get rid of her, or her cloying, needy scent.]

[ He's not sure if he'll mind or he won't. But he knows that he's intoxicated all the same right now, drawn in by her movements, but her body, and by her scent. And perhaps as much of any of those, by the way these express what he's at least pretty sure are her feelings and emotions. The young man groans a little into the kiss, not wanting to make a show of it, but definitely doing so my accident. His hands don't quite rove, but his body does rock in connection with his hand movement, his tongue poking her own as he presses himself more firmly into her body and her chest.

He's...

He knows this is too much, but he wants it to breeze around forever ]

[... This is the second time within thirty minutes that she's rocketed from total control to an unbearable horniness, hormones or not that was just outright impressive. Is it too much? Maybe - probably, and they should maybe-probably stop before this gets too far but that's a far away, nagging thought somewhere in the corner of her mind. She'd stopped with Masaomi pretty easily but, eh. As long as it didn't get to the point where they started taking anything off it was fine, right?

Completely fine.]

[ This isn't something to do on the street right in front of the house with Masaomi watching and grinning like a cheshire cat!

But.

It's fine, right? Fine. Mikado's tongue now works against her own in earnest, the waves of the sea now crashing against the "shore" that is her own scent and her own body. His hands slide up her neck to dance in her hair and around her ears. He plays with her helpfully, and he loves the feeling.

He's... going to get too far in ]

[... He would be grinning, rather than stopping them.

And he really needs to because while her scalp is a little more sensitive the brush of her neck and along her ears is new and interesting enough to make her shudder. This is an awful lot like being drunk, she realizes, and suddenly it's a great idea to touch him, skin on skin, so hopefully he wasn't protective of this shirt because she tugs it up just to get her fingers on him.

If there's such a thing as too far in then yeah they are definitely probably heading towards it.]

[ He dressed up for this remember he's got more than one layer here! And a lame little bowtie! But yeah, Masaomi finally taps them both on the head and grins, saying ]

You guys can fuck back in the house, you know?

[ But Mikado doesn't break away because.

Why would he... ]

[Why so many clothes, Mikado. It violently works against her goal! But when Masaomi touches her she's distracted enough to pull off to the side, dislocating their lips.]

Huh?

[Oh - the house -- Nathan. Nathan.]

R-right.

[They have to go inside even though every part of her is howling to be touched, paid attention and then giving it back out again.]

Let's - yeah.

[Go inside.]

[ But why thought he wants more. He wants to be a real boy or some shit.

But...

Okay... Okay. He's breathing hard now, but Mikado nods, fumbling around a bit blind because he needs his glasses. Nariko's got it in her purse. So. ]

Hahah, well, then, onward!

[Glasses, right. She digs into her purse and ultimately hands them over to Mikado, though not without staring at him a little bit too intensely, as if she might still pounce on him at any given second.]

Y-Yeah. Come on! There's still gifts and stuff!

[Her voice warbles a little as she tries to put herself back to normal, smiling and heading towards the front door!

Man, she really has to watch it around these two.]

[ Mikado need to control himself too... He inhales deeply and ... that was a mistake. Her scent is still on the air and there's a hint of Masaomi's too. He must be out of control as well, but it's always hardest to smell your own ocean ]

Yeah, gifts...

[ He shouldn't sound disappointed, shit, shit. ]

[Somewhere in the back of her head she knows this has to be made up to Mikado in one form or another, it's not his fault they were out in the open or that she couldn't quite repress the need to check on her brother. Eventually she would accept this house as a safe place but not quite yet - so until then, she can't help being cautious. He's a victim of circumstance, not lack of interest.

Even though it takes a near incredible effort she gets to the door and opens it, tries to think of kittens and blankets, things that aren't at all sexual.

Once they're inside-]

Okay, so, who starts?

Weeeelll, you have two to our one, so I think you should give ours in turn and then we return it?

[ That's Masaomi, going in the door right after her, with Mikado dragging himself in third, still more than a little bit red in his face and trying not to pant. Okay, no, he can do this, he can control himself...

It's not...

okay, he nods, agreeing with whatever Masaomi just said ]

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