I stared at Yuri lustfully as he skated. It was so sweet and innocent but so lewd at the same time. I almost felt guilty for looking at it that way, but it is not like it was the first time. The way his body moved was so mesmerizing, so beautiful and so… sexy. As I watched his costume being pressed against his body so closely, I noticed just how much it showed. His muscles and curves were so visible I could practically picture him nude.

All his soft light skin fully visible. His chest and leg muscles showing without a cover. And of course, the good parts. His ass looked so nice, smooth, squishy, and super soft. I wondered what it felt like… squeezing it tight as we kissed. You could even see the width of his penis which is when I began to get a bit mad. Everyone could see that… “that’s for my eyes only.” I thought “he’s not going to wear that costume anymore…”

He looked at me (which I perceived as lustful eyes) with stretched out arms. While it was a part of the routine, my brain saw it as an invitation. I crossed my legs a bit and blushed trying not to get a boner as usual. I then chuckled at my own imagination. I was thinking then that I probably looked like another fangirl of his. “I’m much more than that…” I thought. “those girls have no chance… still I need to learn to control myself.” I laugh slightly.

Once it was over everyone cheered and I was no exception. I hugged Yuri tight as he left the rink. “Good job. I’m so proud of you.” I say in his ear. He hugs me back tightly and smiled. I felt his tight chest and other muscles as slid my hands down his back. I had to hold myself back from groping him gently. The cheers became louder, and I realized we were putting on a show. I chuckle and let go of him. We waved to everyone and walked off to the locker rooms together.