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[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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[If he wants to take charge, he can take charge! If he doesn't, then he doesn't have to! Nariko is happy either way, though she does pull away from all that kissing to take his glasses off for him.]

And this is why I chose the case.

[She gives him a smile before setting them on her empty bedside table and coming back. The fluffy feeling is - it's really nice. It's something she's wanted, and it's easy to enjoy so long as she doesn't think about what it means. Instead she goes back to peck his lips gently before going to his neck, nipping very carefully, and reaching down to find his hands, put them on her hips - a quiet allowance or maybe request for him to touch her.]

[ And the case was... ]

It was a really nice gift. [ Okay, he pulled it off. There we go - exhaling, the young man leans his neck in, not realizing that perhaps he should arch his neck to allow her to feel more. Instead, he digs his hands into her hips, squeezing her and roving his hips against her, running his hands up her back and brushing at the edge of her top.

He's not really sure how best to do this.

Oh well. ]

[She really wants to make a joke about it being useless if he doesn't keep it around, but she's distracted by the new space, and the apparent mark he's going to end up with towards the back, where it might be a little harder to spot. But he's got the right idea with the movement, though it's only an imitation Nariko still grinds back a little, half humming, half moaning.

He's not sure how to take off her top? Well, it could go over her head and then there's the buttons in the front??

She doesn't show any bit of hesitance in getting his shirt off! In fact she's being kind of insistent about it, pulling away yet again when it's up as high as it can be without being in the way.]

[ More he's not sure what she'd allow, what their pace is! A lot of things seem uncertain in need of communication in this moment. But when his shirt is pulled up over him and his somewhat pale and fairly flat chest is exposed, he looks a little bit embarrassed almost, like it's a chest unbecoming a boy as compared to the more athletic Masaomi or the positively gorgeous and ripped Haruki and Basara, respectively. But then ,he was young, and she did like him, they did have a connection.

It's pulled over his head and off, and he takes that as a cue that...

He starts to unbutton her top, sucking in some much needing air with his eyes swimming ]

[Honestly, boys worry about that stuff so much more than Nariko ever has - but then Nariko's already gifted in the chest area so she hasn't had to want for anything in physicality. Still, as awful as it might be to even think, it's really not all looks with Mikado. Or - it is - but it's not the expected stuff. Mikado smiles and it makes her feel goddamn stupid and happy, and even the littlest hint that he might genuinely like her seems to unscrew the sense from her head.

That's really a bit more important than a ripped chest, right?]

Mikado ...

[There's something about this image that she likes. Maybe it's him taking the lead even in a small way, kind of showing her he definitely wants her and this - without Masaomi. Maybe she's just really high on feelings. It's probably that.

Either way, she holds his face briefly, and while it's inevitable that her scent would flow to match his there's an unbearably warm quality to it, like a perfect hug. She just wants him to feel comfortable with her - but that takes time, right?]

[ It does take time, and it take a little bit of faith, and little bit of courage. All of these are things Mikado can muster, but they're also things which need a little bit of effort to be made whole. And so, squinting a little to more clearly make her out her face until he leans in to try to correct for getting used to being without his glasses in this light...

She's...

He inhales, somehow pleased to have the formless warm feeling of her scent wrapped around him and pressing over his own waving sea salt smell. He should say something though, right? Maybe express his emotions or his desires, neither of which seem easy to accomplish right now. But even so, he wants to try. He licks his lips, and he... ]

Nariko... [ Fuck him. He exposes her bra (or breasts if she doesn't have one on) as he continues to unbutton her top ] I know... I mean. Masaomi and I have been very forceful to you since you came. Sorry if it's been a lot.

[Then it's a good thing she's apparently ready to put in the work with him, isn't it? And it's not like she can explain why, it's just nice with Mikado. It's fluffy and safe and that seems worth fighting for. When he squints at her she giggles affectionately, and bends in a little closer. Man, having bad eyesight must be kind of low-key awful, huh?]

Hm?

[It's her bra, which she doesn't take off despite the temptation, she kind of wants Mikado to do it, specifically, even if he fumbles.] You haven't been.

[When he gets to the bottom she can shrug off the top and slide her fingers down the length of his chest, occasionally stopping to swirl a little design just because she apparently wants to.] It's nice, not being alone for once. I haven't done anything that I didn't want to.

[She's trying to be patient here, but Nariko's already working at his pants, even if it means lifting her hips.]

[ He's fucking this up by making it too gentle, too safe and too slow, isn't he? She would prefer it to be a little more... well, a bit more pizzaz. He's sure of that. Still, the young man doesn't want to disappoint, and he's got a budding erection to match it. He was, after all, with low key scent with Linda. And now he's with...

Her.

Mikado reaches up and makes to unhook her bra, or at least make a valiant effort at it, trying not to have his hands fumble as he has the designs drawn on him and trying to pick up the pace for her ]

Ah.. sorry for - assuming I guess.

[Nariko isn't a mind reader, hell, she's very far from that! But it does seem as if Mikado is slightly more nervous than he actually should be - like, there's his usual level of uncertainty and then there's this.]

Hey. [There's a total contrast to how he handles her bra and how she deals with his button.] ... There's nothing to be sorry about. I want you ... To do and say the things you want to say, that's all.

[It's not in his nature to be forward, she knows, but Mikado is a very honest person who is just also very unsure, too. Hopefully if he knows he doesn't have to worry about it with her it'll begin to sink in. Not immediately, but over time.] Of course, I'm not going to try and go without your cock either, so I have to admit that you have to let me get that far, at the very least.

[She'll be patient for anything else, though. But that's not why she said that or worded it that way: She's being aggressive without realizing it again, though it's more gentle and implicative for Mikado in order to maintain some of the fluff.]

[ Fuck man, he's just being lame here and he knows it, worried that she still might be mad he stuck his foot up his mouth, or that she might -- might something. Like Masaomi was necessary here, or it was weird that he was involved with her like this in private or in her room. Something he wants to say, do things he wants...

He looks briefly away from her breasts and then back at her after roving the room and he finally collects himself to say, ]

I can help you unpack. [ a beat and - ] Once you ... I mean, once we do it, that is. If I'm awake.

[ Sheepishly. But he grins and now makes to rock his hips against her and reach his hands up to mount them on her hips. He's still under her and she's still running the show ]

[ ... What a super fucking weird thing to say, it almost makes her laugh, but he'd definitely take that the wrong way. Instead she nods while getting out of her bra, and lifting on her knees to get his pants and such off - they really don't need clothes right now.]

If is a really good word, there.

[They've already messed around once today, and there's only so much energy in a body, Nariko intends to use up a good amount of his within the next, oh, hour or so? Maybe longer, depending on how thoroughly he can last. And pretty much all of that starts with stroking his dick sort of leisurely, bending down again --]

Before we get to that, though! If you could suck them a little, that'd be great.

[She means her boobs, of course, which are well enough within his reach, she's made sure to bend properly for that. It's also not really a request, but a gently worded order, so hopefully he doesn't mind.]

[ She was in control here and he almost felt bad for it, like she would prefer for him to handle this more like Masaomi, who would no doubt take charge. Hell, he saw her turn into jelly under his work. Not to mention his brother's dick was bigger. Or at least, he's pretty sure it was (it was) and he...

He shouldn't get caught up in this. Because while he might try to turn the table, he doesn't mind starting off like this. And so he smiles for her, pulling his body up a little, wrapping his arms around her back and shoulders so he can get his head in position and wrap his lips around her nipple. He nibbles a bit on her tit, and then begins to suck in earnest, putting a lot of pressure on her before licking around them. He does this all quietly, not because he intends to be silent or not quip, but he doesn't know what to say.

Oh well, he'll find his words, particularly as he feels more and more hot as she begins to make his dick that much harder as he goes on ]

[It's an understandable misconception that she's completely attached to that aggro way of going about it, and it's not like she doesn't enjoy that! She does. But it's also scary and unsettling when it leads to what happened with her and Masaomi in that playhouse. The idea that he would have such control over her, that she'd even obey a single command from him was just - it was awful. She loathed it and wanted it in the same turn.

But this? This was controllable. She could tell Mikado to do something and he'd do it, and she could make sure that he ended up with as much pleasure as she was physically capable of giving. This wasn't bad at all and frankly if focusing on something helps quiet his clearly overactive brain? Then good on the boobs, saving the day and all!]

Oh, man ... [Seriously, having someone play with your tits is like a tiny heaven. That, of all things, might make her a little more impatient to hop on his dick (literally) so she pumps faster, with more purpose before guiding herself right on. It'll take a while for her to learn how to be more patient about the whole thing. ]

[ How does one not get hard from that?? How does one not get a huge boner? Or well, as big of boner as he can manage? But he does, of course, particularly as he firm and smooth hands continue that quick pace. He swallows hard, against one of her breasts, and brings the other hand around to squeeze the other.

They aren't as big as Linda's, he doesn't think.

But she's much younger so...

So these are amazing, what the hell is he thinking, he didn't even intend to make that suggestion. ]

[But it is made, right? Though it's a very good thing that nothing is said about it. Nariko is only aware of the fact that Mikado is finally half as excited as she is! And, really, that's what counts here but the touching and sucking is very close second, even if it's just doing a good job of making her genuinely anxious.

To her credit she's trying to work her hips a little slowly, to either keep from overwhelming him or to control herself, but when he's finally well seated in her cunt she practically growls with relief.]

Should've done it outside.

[Right in front of the house.]

[ His dick is inside of her.

This really is going at her pace. He tries to roll his hips to match her, tries to show his stuff or something. The boy needs to moan though, and that means he has to pop his mouth off her tit and inhale deeply, shaking his head hard to clear his thoughts. He- ]

Should have. Maybe? My bad.

Nah s'okay.

[No use in being upset about the past, they can't do anything about any of that right now! It's much more fun to slowly rock on his dick, because apparently she's trying to be careful or considerate of how he might want this to go but - is it really so bad if she takes the lead? Or does he want to have more control because he's the boy here?]

You know he would have joined.

[She says it affectionately, though, a fact that was indisputable and not bad, but not particularly what she wanted in the moment either.]

[ You're asking a fourteen year old what he wants while he's having sex how would he even know, man?

Still, he's laughing at the idea of it, because yes -

He would.

[ And with the laugh he sort of leans his head back a bit onto the pillow, but shifts his hands to both hands are grabbing either other breast, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. He squints up at her face, smiling. He tries to roll in time with her, but he thinks he's just a little off beat. He doesn't know though ]

[Isn't it pretty instinctual though?? It is for her, but maybe that's just the difference in personalities.

But she's actually sort of grateful to hear him laugh, if only because that sort of might mean he's relaxed, right? She doesn't even mind that he's gone from sucking to groping, and maybe he is a little off beat but that's fixed by responding to what he's doing and then they're both just fine! It's more of a team effort that way, but that's not really bad either.]

[ He's thinking about how many different things he would like to do, okay...

It's hard.

And he doesn't just mean his cock.

Still, the young man laughs some more, shaking his head until the laugh turns into a long groan. He inhales, and he squeezes her breasts again, giving a hard thrust up into her, and rolling his neck below her. And he should say something, right? He should... no, he shouldn't do anything other than enjoy this and match her. And so he moans out, ]

Nariko...

[Well look at that, he's got a little more oomph in him than she had expected! It's a nice thing to find out, and when he laughs again she smiles, though it's a little warped by the thrust itself. She's used to doing it much faster, with a sense of impatience, almost, but this isn't as scary as it used to feel.

When he says her name that fluffy feeling comes back a little bit, it'd been sort of interrupted by the mechanics of getting to where they are now. She leans her chest into his palms, bent over just enough to brace one palm against the mattress so that he doesn't have to put up with all of her weight on his body.]

M-Mikado, I ...

[It's incredibly stupid but she really does want to tell him that she thinks he's special, but he'd just get flustered and she'd sound kind of dumb, right?]

[ And he... Locks eyes with her. He licks his lips, and pushes his hips up again. He tugs on her nipples, and he tries to keep his gaze steady. What is it, Nariko? What did you want to say? He'll...

Well his eyes narrow, but that's just him squinting into focus. So he should say something, right? She's so heavy, but it's a good sort of heavy, a good firm feeling against him. Swallowing hard, he groans again ]

[... She can't. She wants to, but she can't. Her feelings are just a bother, in the end, Nariko knows that even if Mikado and Masaomi are just too nice to say it.]

Don't - [No, that's awful, he'll think she's asking him to stop or something and she isn't.] Don't leave - okay.

[This is way more complicated, and it's unfair to even begin to ask Mikado to deal with it. It's more along the lines of 'don't let me leave' because she doesn't want to. Nariko's tried to be very strong about all this, all cool and detached but she can't do it. That's not how she really feels, and it's even harder to pretend when she feels like this.]

[ What the hell is even going on now. Mikado looks up at her with squinty confusion, and then finally breathes out, ]

Where would -- I even go? [ That was the sort of joke Masaomi would make, but he would have a better punchline. He laughs a little, but it sounds more like pants. And he shakes his head. He offered to help her unpack? they went on a date and they gave her the photo display thing. He's not sure what you can call his feelings yet, but Masaomi's intuition, for all his other faults, isn't that bad. They're fuzzy now, and Mikado grins ]

So I'm not-- gunna. I think we -- it's nice. We work.

[ Despite his doubts ]

[But it's so incredibly straightforward and honest of Mikado that she can't help feeling stupid for even saying it, but not in a bad way. It's stupid because she should have known better, and it's a relief to hear it from him, like putting rightful sense back into her addled head. See, this is why she likes him so much - or why they're fuzzy. That's a good name for whatever is going on.]

We do, right?

[And right now she can go ahead and enjoy that little fact, putting Linda and the whole crazy situation out of her head.]

Thank you.

[All this and she seriously hasn't so much as paused.]

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