LIAH 8. Three Seconds

Song Shengyang was hard to the point of pain. He clamped Pei Siyin’s jaw, his soaked cock shoved deep inside that warm, wet mouth. The person below him could only make muffled sounds, unable to speak at all. Song Shengyang felt his scalp go numb, and he let out something like a sigh.

“You just had to do this.”

He pushed Pei Siyin’s chin back, pulling his cock out of that mouth.

The sudden emptiness filled Pei Siyin’s mouth with air, and he fell into a fit of coughing on the floor. Song Shengyang reached down to pull him up.

“Doesn’t matter who it is. If they suck me off like that, I’d still react.”

Pei Siyin froze where he knelt. He yanked his hand away and didn’t stand up. Still kneeling, he wrapped both hands back around that swollen cock and asked, his voice pressed close, “So what, you’d let any man give you a blowjob?”

“No.” Song Shengyang’s answer was sharp. “I said I don’t like men.”

Pei Siyin went silent. The room fell into a long, heavy stillness. The air felt frozen, sharp enough to bite. He stopped teasing him. He let go and wiped his eyes in the dark with the back of his hand. “Then tell me to fuck off.”

“What?”

A hand brushed against the cuff of his pants. Pei Siyin tried to push himself up using him for support. Song Shengyang bent down to help him, holding his breath to mask the mess his heartbeat had become.

Pei Siyin leaned into him again, just like before, both arms wrapped around his neck. He groped in the dark, trying to find his lips, and lightly licked them as if unable to hold back.

“You said you don’t like men. Then tell me to get lost. Just say it and I’ll never bother you again.”

The closeness made Song Shengyang start imagining things. He turned his head slightly, and Pei Siyin immediately seized the opening, tiptoeing to press a kiss to his lips.

Song Shengyang didn’t have time to dodge. Pei Siyin didn’t give him the chance either. He pressed up against him completely, forcing him against the wall.

Pei Siyin kissed him with greedy urgency, tongue slipping into his mouth, making slick obscene sounds with no sense of rhythm. Song Shengyang’s head hit the wall. He reached back and grabbed Pei Siyin’s wrist.

“Pei Siyin!”

Pei Siyin’s kiss only got messier, more desperate. He was panting hard. “I like it when you say my name.”

The grip on his wrist tightened. Pei Siyin knew Song Shengyang was starting to get annoyed. He followed up immediately, pushing him to make a choice. “Just say it.”

All the bravado Song Shengyang had in front of his friends didn’t amount to anything right now. Not when he had Pei Siyin whispering so close to his ear. He kept his lips shut, refusing to answer.

“You not saying anything means you like me, even just a little.” Pei Siyin’s body was burning hot. He slid down the curve of Song Shengyang’s body, arms still pinned, hanging above him. “I’m not lying this time. I’ll give you three seconds.”

His breath spilled out, steaming against the throbbing cock that still hadn’t been dealt with. Pei Siyin leaned in, long lashes brushing against the thick shaft.

“One.”

A nurse’s footsteps echoed past the door. Pei Siyin’s voice sounded low, almost inaudible.

“Two.”

His heartbeat was deafening.

“Mm…” Song Shengyang didn’t let him get to three. In the pitch-dark room, he buried one hand in Pei Siyin’s hair, used the other to grab his chin, and thrust his cock straight into that mouth.

“You think you can do whatever the fuck you want?” Song Shengyang yanked his hair, slowly revealing the nature that had been forced to the surface. He thrust into Pei Siyin’s fevered mouth, shallowly, not too deep, but still enough to draw choked, struggling whimpers from below.
“Is messing with me really that fun?”

From the moment that ridiculous mistake about his gender happened, none of this should have followed. They could’ve just cleared things up and moved on, no hard feelings. But ever since that day, things had spiraled out of control. Every single moment, more insane than the last.

Pei Siyin’s jaw was going numb. His head was forced back at an awkward angle, damp hair sticking messily to his cheeks. Song Shengyang hadn’t lost his mind completely, so he didn’t go in too deep. He just stayed shallow, rubbing against the inside of Pei Siyin’s mouth. But even that was enough to stretch his lips wide open. Drool spilled down uncontrollably, dripping onto the floor in wet trails.

His eyes were rimmed red. The thrusts made him sound like he was about to cry. Maybe it was the rawness in his voice that got to Song Shengyang, but he finally let go. He wrapped his fingers around his own cock and started stroking. A moment later, he came in thick white spurts across Pei Siyin’s face.

Pei Siyin knew what was about to happen. He shut his eyes just in time. The warm semen streaked from the corner of his eye down to his chin, drawing a glistening curve across that striking face of his.

The room lights suddenly flicked on. From above the hospital bed came the faint sound of a curtain being drawn.

The rustling stopped quickly. Song Shengyang sighed and knelt down, using tissues to wipe Pei Siyin’s face clean. Pei Siyin opened his eyes. His bare body was splattered with more of that sticky mess. He looked like a little animal, filthy and bullied.

Song Shengyang tossed the tissues in the trash. Once the marks on Pei Siyin’s body were wiped away, Pei Siyin quietly reached out and took his hand. After a pause, he said, “I’m cold.”

Song Shengyang turned away deliberately, refusing to look at the naked figure beside him. The feverish haze in the air gave way to a strange bitterness he couldn’t name. He dug through the cabinet and handed Pei Siyin a hospital gown in pale blue and white.

“Put this on.”

The gown went on easily enough. But the pants were a mess. Pei Siyin’s knees and ankles were already injured. After kneeling on the floor so long, the pain became unbearable once he stopped moving. Just bending his legs sent sharp stabs through his body.

Song Shengyang glanced down at the pants hanging awkwardly around his calves and stepped in to help. “What are you spacing out for? Lift your ass.”

His tone was far worse than when they had first met, but Pei Siyin didn’t seem angry at all. He pressed his hands against the bed and obediently raised his hips so Song Shengyang could pull the pants up.

Right then, a knock sounded at the door. Jiang Haolin had been twisting the knob outside for a while with no success and finally gave up. He plastered his whole face to the window and started pounding and kicking it, yelling, “Open the door!”