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Kon held his tongue between his teeth, brow slightly furrowed, as he pulled away from Ri's spit-soaked asshole to observe his progress. The tokkuri was still warm in his hand as he poured the sake, but almost as soon as the liquid touched Ri, the poor thing closed up again.
Slightly disappointing, but not unexpected. Even after an hour's preparation with spit and clove oil, first with tongue and then with fingers and then Kon's own cock (carefully, even; Kon didn't want him to bleed into the drinks this time), Ri remained stubbornly small and tight. Half the tokkuri's contents were gone by now, but so far Kon could get only a mouthful of the warm, cloudy nigori into his apprentice before it began to spill.
Not that it was going to waste. He'd made a game of it; every time Ri tightened, Kon followed the dripping sake with his tongue, all the way to Ri's twitching entrance. Ri's ass was a little musky in that fragrant, youthful way; even a little sour.
It was Ri's fourteenth birthday, and Kon had a few conditions Ri had to fulfill to make his gift worthwhile. Find some place private for them to spend the evening, procure a good amount of lubricant and some warm sake...
Oh, and Kon had told him not to bathe. Ri had wrinkled his nose when given his task, but ever-dutiful (eager to please, eager to grow up even with eternity ahead of him), his disciple tasted of too much time in the sun and on the road, and now the fresh, wet earthiness of sex.
How could he not savor it? Kon had always been a glutton.
His broad hands stroked the undersides of Ri's thighs as Kon screwed his tongue into Ri's asshole; just as lovely as the smell and the taste, Ri gasped and squirmed under him, little hiccuping sobs of equal parts shame and arousal. Kon purred, kissing onto Ri's taint beneath the mole just under his balls, his nose nudging at where the soft, warm sack met Ri's groin, and chuckled as he felt his poor, adorable apprentice's middle trembling with sobs.
"Hmm, still too tight, don't you think?"
Kon snaked his tongue down to Ri's asshole again; to Kon's unending delight, the warmth of Ri's flesh kept the sake warm as Kon lapped it out of him, and his asshole quivered as Kon pressed his lips to the swollen flesh. The bittersweet sake mingled with the saltiness of Ri's skin, the pungency of his sweat and Kon's cum.
He'd been careful not to tear him, but not so careful to avoid chafing. The sake, and Kon's continued enthusiasm, made Ri's toes curl.
"No- no more, I can't take any more!" Ri mewled, words slurring, face red from both shame and the drink already in him. "Kon- Master. Please, at least let me take a break? Just to catch my breath, please..."
Ri would have covered his face with his hands if Kon hadn't bound them at the small of his back. As it was, naked but for his tabi and bound, upside-down, in Kon's lap, Ri had no recourse but to beg.
Release or relief didn't matter, though; he begged to sweetly for that. Kon clicked his tongue and slapped Ri's thigh, a playful love-tap really, relishing in how Ri writhed and tightened up even more.
It must have been too long since Kon had the chance to indulge such cruelty; it was, without question, unfair to make Ri bear his perversions.
"You can hold out a little longer." Kon massaged the reddening mark before tightening his arm around Ri's middle, petting him like he was soothing a beast. "We have the garden to ourselves, don't we? I hope you weren't so eager for me that you'd neglect your own privacy."
Oh, it was a nonsense suggestion, but it had the intended effect. Ri's eyes went wide as he took a shuddering breath, shaking his head as if to dispel the very idea. His cheeks wet with fresh tears, his whole face down to his neck and ears flushed and blotchy as he tried to resist his own moans; the stubborn little length of his cock remained hard and dripping, bobbing with every flick of Kon's tongue, every wet prod into the heat of Ri's insides.
Kon swiped his tongue through Ri's crack again, nibbling at where his thigh met his rear, and then bit down.
Not enough to draw blood, but definitely hard enough to make Ri squeal. He felt Ri's asshole flutter against his chin.
"Ah- please-!"
Kon chuckled. "Just making sure we are alone. Now-- where were we?"
He grinned, wicked thing that he was. Again he pressed the tokkuri into Ri's hole-- bottom-edge first, this time, harder and harder until the swollen flesh began to give. At first it seemed like he was teasing, but then he started laying his weight against the bottle, teasing it against Ri's hole like a cock.
Ri whined, and then bucked, trying to twist away from the intrusion.
"I can't!" Ri begged, shaking his head. "I can't, I can't, you'll tear me--"
Kon pressed the tokkuri deeper, drinking in Ri's every twitch, every hiccup and inhale of agony; he thrust his tongue thrust beside the tokkuri as he forced his hole wider, deeper, feeling the flesh stretched too taut.
It seemed impossible to take. Kon stroked Ri's trembling belly, fucking his hole with the tokkuri and his tongue, until--
The tokkuri sank several inches into Ri's ass all at once, held in place by its narrow neck. Ri convulsed, his little cock dripping from its aching tip. Had his eyes rolled up into his skull?
His hips twitched, his too-tight hole pushing weakly at the intrusion. Kon smiled.
"There." He hummed, stroking the raw, stretched rim of Ri's entrance with the tip of his tongue. "I knew you could take it. Good job."
It wasn't as good as keeping the sake in him without a barrier, of course, but there was something special about how it looked like Ri was gaping, all fucked open and empty just for him, twitching and insensate with pleasure and pain.
Did Ri regret asking Kon to fuck him for his birthday?
Kon seized the edge of the tokkuri still peeking from Ri's hole, and dearly hoped so.