By Zephyria Why would I touch someone who is drunk? I was absolutely horrified and said no, but Ruben pushed me roughly, struggling and telling me to let him go. When I had no choice but to set him down, he placed one hand on my hip and used his index finger to press down on my chest, asking, “Why, why?” in a threatening tone.
His demeanor was so comically cute that I couldn’t find any fault with his drunken antics. I suppressed a laugh and was pushed back, step by step, until I stopped, my back against the vineyard.
Ruben’s face was much redder than before. Was it the sunset, or the alcohol?
He struggled to steady his slurring speech and opened his hazy eyes. He seemed to be trying to speak sternly, but when I examined the content of his words, it was nothing but sophistry.
“Look, Mika. If we go back to the lodging now… there are others with us. They’ll tease me, saying I drank too much, that I had to be carried back…”
“Who would dare. I won’t let anyone say a word.”
“Then, that’s why, you need to sober up before we go.”
“What does sobering up have to do with this…”
Then Ruben grabbed me by the collar and stood on his tiptoes. If he was going to be like this, I had no way to stop him. To prevent Ruben from getting scratched by the wine crates, I put my left hand behind my back and used my right hand to hold his waist, opening my mouth.
The sunset shyly retreated, making way for the blue darkness and a brilliant constellation of stars. As always, Ruben shone white like the moon, even in the deepest darkness. The child blinked his moist eyes and pressed his body tightly against my chest, hugging me.
“So, you don’t like it…?”
“No, it’s not that I don’t like it.”
“Then whyyy… Why not?”
“…We don’t have any holy oil right now.”
“We don’t need to go that far. Okay? Mikaa.”
How far were you planning to go?
It was a road where not even a stray cat would pass. Holding Ruben, who kept whining, in my arms, I hesitated for a moment and carefully placed the wine crates on the ground. I decided I would just coax and soothe him for a very short while, just until he sobered up, as he said, and then we would go back.
Steelng my resolve, we hid ourselves among the vineyard vines.
Amidst the cozy scent of earth, the sweet fragrance of grape blossoms and newly forming grapes drifted through the air. The leaves of the grapevines, which covered the high fence installed to ensure the grapes received ample sunlight, and the darkness that had arrived with the setting sun concealed the figures of Ruben and me, hidden in the vineyard.
The surrounding area was endlessly silent and still, as even the insects, aware of our presence, held their breath. Ruben, sitting on my thighs, fumbled with my front and began to grope me wantonly. His breathing grew louder.
His rough hands, matching his ragged breaths, soon caused my lower body to stiffen with arousal. It was then I realized my mistake. I shouldn’t have just let him do as he pleased.
“…Come to think of it, it’s me, not Ruben, who needs to sober up.”
“Mmm.”
“Then, instead of Ruben acting like this, shouldn’t I be helping Ruben?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Look at me for a second. No, not there…”
“…”
“What!”
I grabbed the lover’s shoulder, which was fumbling downwards, and pulled him up strongly. Ruben, with his mouth agape, seemed to know he had done wrong and blinked, trying to melt my heart again. When I didn’t let go, he opened his mouth in an ‘ah’ to show me his inner mouth, then closed it tightly, pouting. He knew very well that such a coy glance would make me fall for him.
However, I said nothing.
I wanted to scold him, but I didn’t know how to phrase it. Did he even know what he was trying to do? As the child began to squirm and whine, I firmly gripped his firm buttocks with both hands to prevent him from doing anything and pulled them up. Ruben, using my hands as a seat, bounced a few times before giving up weakly.
I buried my nose in his flat lower abdomen and rubbed gently. Ruben’s hand ran through my hair, gently massaging my scalp before pulling it slightly in a show of displeasure, then letting go to knead it. Half of my drunkenness had already disappeared from his touch.
Then Ruben pulled my head towards him, hugging me and curling his body around mine.
“…Do you dislike it that much?”
“…”
“…I asked you.”
“Were you pretending to be drunk? …Because you wanted to do this?”
“…No, it’s not that, it’s just…”
Where on earth had he seen something that made him whine about wanting to suck a penis into his mouth? No matter how many times I thought about it, I couldn’t understand. Even in the books Ivan had shown me, there was no one who made him do such vulgar things, and in the many romance novels I had read, lovers simply shared the joys of the flesh in the same bed, not forcing such wicked acts upon their lovers. Moreover, Ruben had a small mouth; sometimes he gagged even when I only inserted two fingers.
After a moment of thought, I changed my mind. If he was going to beg to do it, I should try it first and decide if it was something Ruben could handle. I bit down on the knot of the child’s pants and pulled. Ruben, who had been pressing the back of my head with his fingertips as if giving a massage, showing his displeasure, stiffened.
“…Mika?”
“…”
“No, wait. I, I’ll do it! I’m not asking you to!”
The child stretched his large body and struggled. Sitting on my hands, he pushed my head away and stomped his feet on the floor. But how could Ruben overpower me? I bit down on his thin, soft underwear and pulled it down, and his surprisingly stiff genitals sprang out and hit my face.
We both froze for a moment. We couldn’t even breathe.
It wasn’t the first time I had seen the child’s genitals today. But because Ruben was so shy, I had never seen them this close. I knew they weren’t small to begin with, but seeing them up close, their majesty was quite formidable. Ruben, tense, trembled. I tentatively licked the prominent veins on the shaft.
It tasted like ordinary flesh.
“…Hic.”
“Shall I continue?”
“…”
“Hmm?”
“…Yes. I, I want to. Do it for me…”
He was already dazed before we even started, so he must not have sobered up yet. But what did it matter? Without much thought, I took his stiffly erect genitals, glistening with pre-ejaculate at the tip, into my mouth all at once.
Even though I thought I had taken as much as I could into my mouth, I couldn’t fit it all the way to the root. As the soft glans rubbed against my palate, Ruben’s thigh, resting on my hand, trembled. He tilted his head slightly, then winced, so I opened my mouth wider, thinking I had scratched him.
Ruben no longer held my hair. He held my ears as if covering them and looked down at my face, his face flushed with excitement. I glanced up and, seeing his expression, did not hesitate to swallow the saliva, my mouth still around Ruben’s genitals.
“…Hic! Uh, ugh…”
In the dark, silent night, sounds travel farther than in the day. I considered telling Ruben to cover his mouth, but then I quickly cast an Aura Barrier around us. Ruben, who knew my internal energy, would not fail to recognize it. Realizing he could now make sounds to his heart’s content, Ruben did not hesitate at all.
“Hah, good… Mika, ugh. With your tongue, tongue.”
“…”
“Hic! Th-that, ugh, that. No, hha, no. Don’t suck, too, too hard…”
A generous amount of pre-ejaculate flowed, making my mouth taste faintly metallic. Ruben, with his weak stomach, surely couldn’t endure this. But seeing the child writhe and squirm with impatience, driven by lust, somehow made me feel pleasantly satisfied. I, too, became excited, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
Greedily, I opened my throat a little wider. Barely managing to swallow the tip of his penis, I gulped down the saliva. Ruben’s knees, which were supporting me, trembled violently as if receiving my own. The tips of his feet kicked and pushed against the weeds-covered ground in his impatience.
“Ugh, ugh. Just, hic, this much, ah. I, I want to move, move.”
“…”
Ruben whimpered, lifting his hips. I readily lowered his body further, so his soles were firmly on the ground. Ruben gripped my earlobes and began to move back and forth, his eyes wet with excitement and arousal, though he was careful not to hurt me.
His gaze, looking down at my face, was almost stinging. With my mouth open wide enough to make my jaw ache, I looked up into his dark eyes, filled with desire. Ruben panted, brushing back his falling hair, and rubbed his thick genitals against my tongue, panting as if he were dying.
“Ah, crazy, hup, I’m going to die, close, close your eyes. Ah. Please, ah…”
“…”
I closed my eyes as he instructed. Then, Ruben’s genitals, filling my mouth, felt even more vivid. Thinking I needed to stimulate him further, I covered his teeth with my lips and pressed down on his shaft. When the child shuddered and cried out, I opened my mouth again.
“Mika, hic, hugh, Mika, ah. Good. Hah, shit, ah.”
“…”
My aching jaw, the feeling of my throat being completely filled and struggling to breathe, the pressure of his tongue on mine – it was more bearable than I had expected. I cautiously opened my eyes again and met Ruben’s gaze once more. It seemed he had been watching me the whole time. After a moment’s thought, I pressed and stroked his shaft with my tongue, and his body arched back. I decided to change positions.
The expelled genitals glistened with saliva and pre-ejaculate. Under the moonlight, they looked even more seductive and lewd. The wet genitals, already flushed red as if they had just ejaculated, twitched up and down with every puff of breath. Ruben’s chest heaved with his panting.
Watching him, I helped Ruben place both feet firmly on the ground. As I knelt on my knees and straightened up, Ruben, now standing without support, opened his mouth slightly. My heart fluttered with each blink of the child’s moist eyes.
Ruben’s hands gently cupped my cheeks and jaw. The tip of the child’s genitals lightly touched my lips, so I took the tip into my mouth again. Ruben’s gulping sound was particularly loud.
“…Hic, really?”
“…”
“Are you moving? Can? You?”
I nodded.
Ruben nervously pressed his heels into the ground, then adjusted his stance. He ran his hands through my hair several times, asking if I was alright. I maintained a submissive demeanor, lowering my eyes, occasionally meeting his gaze and smiling, and holding his thighs to prevent him from falling backward. And I thought to myself:
If he was going to like it this much, I should have done it sooner.