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His fingers fiddling with the upper button of his shirt; his hat lying on the floor; the cane sleek and hard against her palms; she seemed to experience the moment in slow motion, perceive her surroundings in a faded black and white, like an old photograph.

He parted his lips taking a deep breath as he rested against the battered wall. She felt her grip on the cane tightening unintentionally, a small sob threatening to escape her throat. Long lashes slid down over almond shaped eyes in a vain attempt to hide himself from the world.

Her gaze traversed along his slender form, fixing momentarily on a partially uncovered collarbone; an ebony lock resting against his forehead; glistening soft lips; long fingers pressing against a knee.

The first time she had seen him, he had been sitting on a thin pillow, legs tugged under him, a simple elegant yukata enveloping his body. His voice had travelled through the theatre, words of desire and love permeating her being, sending chills down her spine. Dark expressive orbs had scanned the crowd to land on her, captivating her soul. Entranced, she had kept following him around, observing him from afar, locking his narrations of lust and passion deep in her heart.

Her feelings for him had developed gradually; day after day, year after year, she kept pursuing her ideal, seeing him as a lonely deity adored by everyone but understood by none. Performance after performance, his gaze would always land on her, acknowledging her presence, waking up the swarm of butterflies in her stomach.

She had steeled her nerves and taken a step forward, leaving him one single yellow camellia flower. Longing.

His answer had come through his rakugo. Defying the rakugo tradition, he had placed a white camellia by the sign with his name. Waiting.

The first time she had seen him outside the theatre, western clothes giving an exotic allure to his dignified form as he supported his weight against a cane. Dark orbs of immeasurable depth adorned his youthful complexion with an aura of maturity, inviting her into a hurricane of lingering pleasure with just the slightest hint of bone-shattering pain.

Every time they met they appeared to come closer and closer, until the tension between them became unbearable. Still, she felt as if a glass wall prevented her from reaching the real him. She could see through and thought that she understood, but this feeling of distortion was impossible to overcome.

The heart though doesn't pay attention to the warnings of logic and she couldn't help but fall for him. Fall so hard that even his cold demeanor and his tendency to push her away were not enough to keep her from reaching out to him. She wanted him and she was willing to give anything to have him even for a single night.

His eyes fluttered open and he focused on her before irises of dark steel glazed over and he averted his gaze, a hurt expression melding in his face. The cane slipped from her grip and fell against the tatami mats with a muffled thud.

Getting on her knees, she crawled next to him and brushed her fingers across his cheek. She clenched her teeth, fighting to hold back the tears. Her time was running out; he wouldn't stay much longer and she was probably never going to see him again.

I know that you're suffering.
Let me be a part of this.
Let me help you carry your burden.
Let me give you solace.

She pressed softly her lips against his, giving him a small taste of her tears. He raised his gaze to her face, taking in the gentle smile, longing and desire laced in her stare. She pecked his lips again and suddenly he was all over her. Mouths locked in a frenzied kiss, he pulled her in his arms, caging her against his torso.

It only lasted for a moment, but it was the most intense experience of her life. He withdrew hastily, leaving her craving for his touch. She could sense his reluctance; she knew that this was her last chance. He was going to leave and never look back. But she was going to have him. He was going to be hers, even if it were for a single night.

Let me be your sanctuary, just for tonight.

Her obi slid to the floor, manly fingers pushing her kofurisode down her shoulders, revealing her soft skin. She unbuttoned his shirt and ran her fingertips across his chest. He removed her kanzashi, letting her hair flow down her back and ran his fingers through lush locks.

Pulling her on his lap, he let his hands sneak under the layers of the loosened kimono tracing her curves. She shrugged off the article, remaining naked under his intense gaze. His lips latched on her neck and planted a trail of butterfly kisses down her collarbone. A small moan escaped her and he stared at the way she threw her head back, entranced by the beauty of the moment. He brushed his fingertips against her chest, pausing momentarily on her dark buds as they hardened under his touch. She wrapped her fingers around his wrist and pressed his palm on her breast, urging him to touch more of her.

His cheeks darkening one shade, he cupped the soft mound and circled her nipple with his thumb. He leaned in and his lips encased the little nub, forcing goosebumps on her skin. Her hands fiddled with his belt, managing to unbuckle it and unbutton his slacks. Pushing him back against the wall, she straddled and grand into him. His length felt hard between her legs and the sole idea that she had such an effect on him made her want him even more.

She placed a hand against his chest and felt the rhythm of his heartbeat, strong, fast. Her palm travelled south relishing in the warmth of his skin against hers. Reaching his lower abdomen, she pushed his clothes away, releasing his length from all obstacles. She wrapped her fingers around him and felt him pulsating, hot and hard.

Her walls contracted in anticipation and a wet wave spread between her thighs preparing her entrance to welcome his length. She drove him into her core, her hips digging hungrily into his groin, eliciting a low gasp from his mouth. His eyes fluttered closed as she rode him, breaths coming out in pants and fingers groping at soft curves.

She moved up and down, his hands dictating her speed. She could feel his nails digging deeper into her with every thrust and she sensed that he wasn’t going to take long. She continued her movement, faster, deeper, until his lips parted and his legs twitched under her.

He closed his eyes and buried his face in her chest surrendering to his release. She wrapped her arms around his neck, a single tear trickling down her cheek.

She watched his cigarette as it burnt slowly between his fingers, wishing that it’d never reach the filter. Wishing that he’d never throw it in the fire stove.

When that cigarette would be over, he’d be out of the door and out of her life. Forever. For only rakugo existed in his life.

Yet she was content. She had managed to become his sanctuary. Even if it had been only for a single night.

Description
WARNING Contains NSFW material

His fingers fiddling with the upper button of his shirt; his hat lying on the floor; the cane sleek and hard against her palms; she seemed to experience the moment in slow motion, perceive her surroundings in a faded black and white, like an old photograph.

He parted his lips taking a deep breath as he rested against the battered wall. She felt her grip on the cane tightening unintentionally, a small sob threatening to escape her throat. Long lashes slid down over almond shaped eyes in a vain attempt to hide himself from the world.

Her gaze traversed along his slender form, fixing momentarily on a partially uncovered collarbone; an ebony lock resting against his forehead; glistening soft lips; long fingers pressing against a knee.

The first time she had seen him, he had been sitting on a thin pillow, legs tugged under him, a simple elegant yukata enveloping his body. His voice had travelled through the theatre, words of desire and love permeating her being, sending chills down her spine. Dark expressive orbs had scanned the crowd to land on her, captivating her soul. Entranced, she had kept following him around, observing him from afar, locking his narrations of lust and passion deep in her heart.

Her feelings for him had developed gradually; day after day, year after year, she kept pursuing her ideal, seeing him as a lonely deity adored by everyone but understood by none. Performance after performance, his gaze would always land on her, acknowledging her presence, waking up the swarm of butterflies in her stomach.

She had steeled her nerves and taken a step forward, leaving him one single yellow camellia flower. Longing.

His answer had come through his rakugo. Defying the rakugo tradition, he had placed a white camellia by the sign with his name. Waiting.

The first time she had seen him outside the theatre, western clothes giving an exotic allure to his dignified form as he supported his weight against a cane. Dark orbs of immeasurable depth adorned his youthful complexion with an aura of maturity, inviting her into a hurricane of lingering pleasure with just the slightest hint of bone-shattering pain.

Every time they met they appeared to come closer and closer, until the tension between them became unbearable. Still, she felt as if a glass wall prevented her from reaching the real him. She could see through and thought that she understood, but this feeling of distortion was impossible to overcome.

The heart though doesn't pay attention to the warnings of logic and she couldn't help but fall for him. Fall so hard that even his cold demeanor and his tendency to push her away were not enough to keep her from reaching out to him. She wanted him and she was willing to give anything to have him even for a single night.

His eyes fluttered open and he focused on her before irises of dark steel glazed over and he averted his gaze, a hurt expression melding in his face. The cane slipped from her grip and fell against the tatami mats with a muffled thud.

Getting on her knees, she crawled next to him and brushed her fingers across his cheek. She clenched her teeth, fighting to hold back the tears. Her time was running out; he wouldn't stay much longer and she was probably never going to see him again.

I know that you're suffering.
Let me be a part of this.
Let me help you carry your burden.
Let me give you solace.

She pressed softly her lips against his, giving him a small taste of her tears. He raised his gaze to her face, taking in the gentle smile, longing and desire laced in her stare. She pecked his lips again and suddenly he was all over her. Mouths locked in a frenzied kiss, he pulled her in his arms, caging her against his torso.

It only lasted for a moment, but it was the most intense experience of her life. He withdrew hastily, leaving her craving for his touch. She could sense his reluctance; she knew that this was her last chance. He was going to leave and never look back. But she was going to have him. He was going to be hers, even if it were for a single night.

Let me be your sanctuary, just for tonight.

Her obi slid to the floor, manly fingers pushing her kofurisode down her shoulders, revealing her soft skin. She unbuttoned his shirt and ran her fingertips across his chest. He removed her kanzashi, letting her hair flow down her back and ran his fingers through lush locks.

Pulling her on his lap, he let his hands sneak under the layers of the loosened kimono tracing her curves. She shrugged off the article, remaining naked under his intense gaze. His lips latched on her neck and planted a trail of butterfly kisses down her collarbone. A small moan escaped her and he stared at the way she threw her head back, entranced by the beauty of the moment. He brushed his fingertips against her chest, pausing momentarily on her dark buds as they hardened under his touch. She wrapped her fingers around his wrist and pressed his palm on her breast, urging him to touch more of her.

His cheeks darkening one shade, he cupped the soft mound and circled her nipple with his thumb. He leaned in and his lips encased the little nub, forcing goosebumps on her skin. Her hands fiddled with his belt, managing to unbuckle it and unbutton his slacks. Pushing him back against the wall, she straddled and grand into him. His length felt hard between her legs and the sole idea that she had such an effect on him made her want him even more.

She placed a hand against his chest and felt the rhythm of his heartbeat, strong, fast. Her palm travelled south relishing in the warmth of his skin against hers. Reaching his lower abdomen, she pushed his clothes away, releasing his length from all obstacles. She wrapped her fingers around him and felt him pulsating, hot and hard.

Her walls contracted in anticipation and a wet wave spread between her thighs preparing her entrance to welcome his length. She drove him into her core, her hips digging hungrily into his groin, eliciting a low gasp from his mouth. His eyes fluttered closed as she rode him, breaths coming out in pants and fingers groping at soft curves.

She moved up and down, his hands dictating her speed. She could feel his nails digging deeper into her with every thrust and she sensed that he wasn’t going to take long. She continued her movement, faster, deeper, until his lips parted and his legs twitched under her.

He closed his eyes and buried his face in her chest surrendering to his release. She wrapped her arms around his neck, a single tear trickling down her cheek.

She watched his cigarette as it burnt slowly between his fingers, wishing that it’d never reach the filter. Wishing that he’d never throw it in the fire stove.

When that cigarette would be over, he’d be out of the door and out of her life. Forever. For only rakugo existed in his life.

Yet she was content. She had managed to become his sanctuary. Even if it had been only for a single night.