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Tsukasa stood on his tiptoes on a small crate and bent over the shelf to retrieve a prop sword that had fallen down. He felt around in the dark and grabbed the weapon, holding it up to his face with a triumphant chuckle to himself. He pressed back against the shelf and leaned back to exit, but misjudged where the box was and kicked it across the storage room, just a bit too far to reach. He was left bent over the shelf, limbs dangling inches off the floor.
The door to the storage room creaked open. Unable to turn to look, Tsukasa decided to shout in that general direction (which wasn’t exactly difficult for him). “Rui? Over here! By the shelves!” Footsteps approached, measured and careful, but with the distinctive clack of a boot heel. They stopped just behind him, followed by a soft chuckle.
“Oya? Tsukasa-kun, are you stuck?” Rui's amused tone suggested that he already knew as much. ”I know exactly what to do in these situations, so leave it to me.”
Gentle hands grabbed his hips and began to tug him backwards. “Hahah! As expected of my director!” Tsukasa proclaimed, holding tighter to the prop and tucking in his arms so Rui could pull him free. But the tugging stopped as soon as it had started, and the hands moved to his front, making quick work of his belt. His pants pooled around his ankles, the attached star chain clinking against the floor. “Ah… Rui, is this really necessary?”
“Of course it is,” Rui purred, tugging on Tsukasa’s hips again. Then one hand left Tsukasa’s side, and a metallic clink came from behind him, followed by the rustling of fabric. “I told you I knew what I was doing, didn’t I?” He hooked a finger in the waistband of Tsukasa’s boxers and pulled them down, fully exposing his lower half.
Tsukasa let out a surprised yelp as the situation fully registered, his face flushing red despite the cold air of the storage room. He shivered at the chill on his sensitive skin and dug his nails into his palms, his brow furrowed in confusion. “Rui, this isn’t really… um… I don’t think– ah?!”
He cut himself off with a gasp as something hot and hard pressed between his thighs, rubbing against his folds just enough to spread his slick over its length. He bit his lip as Rui thrusted shallowly into the gap, a soft groan escaping the director’s mouth. After what felt like mere seconds, Rui pulled away from Tsukasa’s thighs, only to press the head of his cock slowly, almost teasingly, into his slit. Tsukasa covered his mouth with one hand, dropping the play sword to grab fruitlessly at the shelf underneath him. Rui’s hands slid under his jacket to get a hold on his waist, pulling him back as he slipped fully inside Tsukasa, a quiet moan falling from his lips. “Patience, my star,” Rui breathed, pulling out halfway before snapping his hips forward.
“Mph–?!” Tsukasa muffled his cry with his hand, mortified at the mere thought of being walked in on like this. He bit down on one finger as Rui set a steady pace, the hands on his hips pulling him back onto Rui’s cock to meet each thrust. The wet slap of skin filled the storage room, so loud Tsukasa thought surely someone could hear. “Rui, I– ah~! That’s not, mmh, right!” he protested weakly, gritting his teeth as Rui continued to pound into him.
“Haa… keep it down, Tsukasa-kun~ we wouldn’t want anyone to hear us, now would we?” Rui tightened his grip on Tsukasa’s waist, his breaths coming harder and his thrusts growing faster, more desperate. “I assure you, this is… ah… completely necessary.”
Tsukasa let his head hang limp, now whimpering almost inaudibly into his hand. His body shook with each snap of Rui’s hips, now being held in place rather than pulled into his movements. Rui’s movements were becoming more erratic as he neared his climax. “Rui, please… don’t…” Tsukasa choked out, pressing back on the shelf so he wouldn’t knock his head against it. Rui panted louder as he finally began to slow his thrusts. His short nails pressed into Tsukasa’s sides as he pulled the latter back onto his cock, slow and deep, before abruptly pulling out and coming onto Tsukasa’s bare ass.
“Thank you for your patience, Tsukasa-kun,” Rui gasped out, that ever-present smirk in his voice despite his breathlessness. He tucked himself back into his pants, as evidenced by the sound of a zipper, and returned his hands to Tsukasa’s waist. He tightened his hold and pulled, freeing Tsukasa from the shelf and letting him stand on his own two feet again. “See~? It worked perfectly, just as expected.”
Tsukasa, knees weak, fell back against Rui and sunk to the floor, eyes lidded and unfocused. He grimaced at the feeling of Rui’s cum cooling on his skin and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to control his shaky breathing.
A hand on his shoulder startled him. Rui took his hand and guided him to stand up, resting his own on Tsukasa’s hip. He led him to the stage dressing room and into the bathroom, then dampened a paper towel to clean off Tsukasa’s skin before helping him get properly dressed again. ”Mm… what were you doing back there anyway, Tsukasa-kun? This doesn’t seem to be a habit of yours.”
“Dropped something,” Tsukasa muttered halfheartedly. Once he was steady on his feet, he pushed away from the bathroom counter and returned to the storage room, turning back to look at Rui once again before he left. “...I’m going home. See you tomorrow.”
“See you,” Rui called back with a smile. “I think you’d better stick with me after practice, though. We wouldn’t want another… situation, hmm?” He closed the door to change into his casual clothes, then turned off the lights to the bathroom and storage room and followed after Tsukasa. “Ah… you’re still in your show outfit, Tsukasa-kun.”
Tsukasa looked back down at his attire to see that Rui was correct. He ran a hand through his hair, thinking. “I’ll just change when I get home. I think it’s about time I wash it anyway. You should too, probably.”
“Such a responsible troupe leader,” Rui chuckled. “See you at practice, then.” With a nod and that same catlike smile, Rui likewise turned to begin his walk home.