This is the story of Ayame, a young artistic gymnast who, due to a stroke of fate, can no longer practise her sport. In search of a new purpose in life, she comes to Sendai from her home town of Sapporo by chance to work in the house of a famous fig...
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Saturday was the day of the final rehearsal. Yuzuru had decided that the following Sunday should be a day off. He did it for everyone who had worked so hard to make the show possible.
And he also did it for Ayame and himself! Because although they found even more time together in this intense phase before the premiere than Yuzuru had ever hoped for, something always prevented them from being able to enjoy these precious moments freely. Once it had been time pressure, then it had been his tiredness.
Yuzuru was sitting at his dressing room table, thinking about last night, about how Ayame had surprised him so much. He had fallen asleep almost immediately afterwards and he was well aware that she hadn't got, what she probably had desired too.
She had assured him in the morning, when he asked her about it, that it hadn't been important to her. Above all, she had wanted to do him good and relax him. And she had succeeded!
Yuzuru still felt how he had come in her mouth, and every time he thought of how she had kissed him immediately afterwards, a tingle went up inside him...
"Enough! Stop it! Hanyū, you have a final rehearsal to go through!" He grinned at his reflection and shook his head. "When was the last time you thought of something like this in your dressing room? You're completely at her mercy, she's done you!" He laughed.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door.
"Yes?"
The stage manager poked his head in. "Yuzuru-san, fifteen minutes until the rehearsal starts!"
"Thank you, Kentō-san!"
The stage manager quickly disappeared.
One last look in the mirror, Yuzuru's focus was instantly there!
"Now go, Hanyū, they're all waiting for you!"
***
The final rehearsal had been fantastic. There were a few little things here and there that hadn't worked out - which was good. Because superstition says if something goes wrong at the final rehearsal, it will work at the premiere!
Yuzuru had made sure to invite as few special guests and sponsors as possible to attend the rehearsal. A small group was also given a guided tour of the backstage area. Kai had taken care of it, and he was grateful that he didn't have to do it himself!
But Yuzuru also knew that he would have to greet them all in the VIP lounge afterwards, at least briefly. So he had limited it as much as possible from the outset in order to be able to rest quickly after the meet & great. That had been very important to him, because his experiences as a professional over the years had shown him that several times... he had learned!
At the end of the rehearsal, he felt good, a little tired perhaps, but he was fine. He hadn't had any problems with his stamina today either and had made good use of the breaks between his performances to relax as much as possible.
He had agreed with Ayame, who had of course been present on the backstage throughout the rehearsal, that they would only meet in the VIP room after the rehearsal. Yuzuru wanted to avoid conspicuousness while guests were present.
When he finally got to the VIP lounge, all the guests were already there, waiting impatiently for him. When he entered the room and was noticed, frenetic applause erupted. Everyone cheered him on and he bowed deeply to those present.
Everyone wanted to congratulate him personally on his fantastic performance and the great show that had once again exceeded all expectations. He refused, saying it had only been a rehearsal. Nevertheless, there was no end to the praise and enthusiasm.
Yuzuru kept looking around for Ayame, he was longing for her. He kept feeling lost among so many people, some of whom he didn't even know personally and who all wanted to talk to him. He looked for her as his safe haven, his anchor.
There she was, leaning against a wall, a glass of orange juice in her hand. She looked so beautiful! Yuzuru's heart leapt for joy in his chest. His Aya, his flower!
She smiled at him, raised her glass and toasted him. No matter who he had just spoken to, he really wanted to see her now!
"Excuse me," he bowed politely to his interlocutor, "but I urgently need to discuss something with my assistant." He escaped the dignitaries and headed in Ayame's direction.
His gaze was focused on her. He let nothing and no one stop him from walking slowly towards her, seeing only her.
And Ayame only saw him.
It suddenly seemed to her as if everything around him was grayed out! He floated towards her like a bright angel. It was an incredible sight!
She didn't even understand what was happening. Yuzuru looked as if he had an aura around him that she had never seen before. He was clearly set apart from everyone else and was somehow already right next to her, even though there was still a distance between them.
Ayame unconsciously held her breath as he actually stood in front of her, finally.
He smiled delicately, took the glass from her hand, put it down on a small table and then gently took her by the arm, pulling her away with him, out of the VIP lounge, away from the bubbling voices and the dim lights, through the backstage area, down the corridor to his dressing room.
He closed the door behind them, locked it and pressed Ayame against the wall. He kissed her passionately and was quick to slip his hand under her dress, which he pushed up. Ayame moaned breathlessly as he let go of her again.
"Yuzu, what are you doing... the... the guests!"
"I have a score to settle, Aya..."
She looked at him in surprise and knew immediately that he had his goal clearly in mind. Resistance was completely futile, no matter how risky the situation might be if they were caught.
Yuzuru lifted her up and laid her lengthwise on the couch he was normally resting on. Ayame let herself sink into the cushions.
He pushed her dress all the way up and took off her panties. She let it happen to her and trembled with excitement, her desire for his touch growing by the second.
Yuzuru knelt on the floor, grabbed Ayame's pelvis and pulled her towards him right to the end of the couch. She closed her eyes and knew that she was about to feel him. She just didn't know how he was going to do it...
There was suddenly his tongue in her exuding heat, parting her silky folds and playing with her wetness. He licked her most sensitive spots with an intensity she could barely stand. He sucked, nibbled and squeezed until she no longer knew where she was.
Ayame squirmed in her lust and tugged at his hair. He was driving her completely crazy and she tried desperately not to make too much noise. It was difficult for her because her ecstasy overtook her to an unbelievable extent!
Yuzuru didn't let go of her until she climaxed with a single loud scream, spectacular and all-encompassing!
He grinned triumphantly, released quickly her hands from his hair and then his belt.
Ayame was still riding out her orgasm and hardly knew what hit her when she felt him on top of her. She looked at him, saw how he stroked his lips wet with her juices with his thumb and forefinger, saw his sinful look.
Then he was inside her with a single, powerful thrust, clinging to her and riding her wave. He was quick and came after a few thrusts with a loud groan, slumping on top of her.
"Oh Aya... this is... so beautiful!" he groaned.
Ayame responded by wrapping her arms around him and they pulsed and vibrated as they enjoyed their shared climax.
