To Dream or Not to Dream - Hidden

Children*2

Hello all! Hope you enjoyed the main part of Yuzuru and Isabella's story.

Moved from the original story as it is 18+.

WARNING 18+⚠️

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Sendai - 2022

Your teeth dug into your bottom lip as you stared at the man whose full attention was on the task at hand, like yours should have been.

Gathered at the Ice Rink Sendai were numerous skaters, all partaking in a special children's event that celebrated the essence of the sport within the community. Your long-time boyfriend had volunteered his time, like he often did as of late. That's how you ended up here, tagging along in the shadows, as one of the lucky few who were able to witness the event.

Since Yuzuru announced that he would no longer be participating in competitive skating, he had been extremely busy.  He had found many ways to continue to influence the sport, between working with the press, planning skating shows, and participating in media events.  This was just another example of how his career continued to flourish.

And, another example of why you had little time to spend with him, alone.

For nearly three months now, you had been officially residing in Japan with the intention to stay, permanently. Despite sharing the same household with Yuzuru and his family, the opportunities to spend quality time with him had been scarce, largely due to the constant presence of others. 

You weren't complaining.  You were grateful to be here at all and spend time with him.  It was just that you would kill to have some alone time with him.

Just for a day.

Hell, one night.

One hour.

Okay, maybe you were complaining.

It didn't help that Yuzuru was such a private person. In the presence of others, your interactions were confined to extended glances, gentle touches, or whispered words from him. On rare occasions, under the right circumstances, you sometimes found yourself fortunate enough to receive a discreet kiss on the cheek. However, both of you were acutely aware of the need for discretion; your relationship being a well-guarded secret.

The toughest part for you was heading home after a day's end and realizing that you still couldn't have some private moments with him.

While you were grateful for his family's warm welcome into their home, not being able to be alone with the man you loved, whose bedroom was doors down from your own...well, that was a small bit of torture.

You were starting to go insane.

You had never envisioned yourself as someone consumed by intense sexual desires. But let's face it - you took great pleasure in the act, particularly when it involved him. In the past, it hadn't been a constant preoccupation, but lately, it had situated itself into the forefront of your thoughts.

It was incredibly frustrating.

It was to the point that you couldn't even watch him do basic life tasks without lusting after him.  Hell, you even struggled just watching him speak at times, thinking about where you wanted his lips to be. Even watching as he cleaned the dishes was difficult, his hands infatuating you more than should be reasonable while scrubbing plates.

You swore that if he walked down the stairs one more time, with his pajama pants barely hanging onto his hips while you were trying to eat breakfast with his family, you were going to scream.  Every morning felt like a battle as it took all of your effort to pretend that you weren't thinking about taking him upstairs, swiftly removing those pajama pants, and then laying him down on his bed for the extended foreseeable future.