LIAH 20. So Cute

The latex mattress beneath the stripped bedsheet rubbed uncomfortably against the skin. Pei Siyin’s body kept rocking slightly, and a red patch had formed on the inside of his right arm.

Sunlight poured in through the window, too bright to ignore. He tried to shrink back under the covers and, half-asleep, pressed against Song Shengyang’s moving hips.

“Mm… did you not sleep?”

“I did.” The wet, rhythmic sound of thrusting echoed through the room. Song Shengyang shoved the blanket off and reached forward, wrapping his arms tighter around Pei Siyin’s chest. “Why are you only just waking up?”

Pei Siyin couldn’t even find time to breathe properly. His earlobe was gently taken into a warm mouth. Song Shengyang buried his face in the crook of his neck and nuzzled the dark red hickey left from the night before.

“Do you have class today?”

The back of Pei Siyin’s neck burned. Their chests and backs stuck together, soaked in sweat, the closeness between them almost suffocating.

“Mm… in the… afternoon…” Pei Siyin gasped, forced to tilt his head back. His hole, repeatedly entered, was nearly numb, and between his legs was soaked and sticky. “Too deep…”

His entrance clung tightly to the cock sliding in and out. Pei Siyin pressed a hand to his belly, where he felt something wet and slippery. He froze for a second. Song Shengyang grabbed his wrist from behind and murmured in a hoarse voice, You were still out cold, and I barely started fucking you when you came.”

His thrusts grew faster, the wet squelch intensifying under Pei Siyin’s muffled moans. The fluid on his hand was thin, almost like water. It splattered upward with each motion, landing in small drops near his collarbone.

Song Shengyang leaned down and licked at the broken red marks across his skin with the tip of his tongue. Pei Siyin’s hips pressed back into him, as if inviting him deeper.

The side-lying position made it hard to go in deep. Song Shengyang flipped him onto his back. The thick shaft was flushed and veined. Song Shengyang leaned down to kiss him, and with a single thrust of his hips, slid back into that tight, warm hole.

Pei Siyin’s mouth, ready to moan, was swallowed by the kiss. Tears pooled in the corners of his eyes and slipped into his hair. His fingers moved blindly across Song Shengyang’s back, searching for stability as his entire body trembled, desperate for oxygen.

“Fuck…” Song Shengyang hissed, catching his hand and breathing heavily into his ear. “You scratch that hard, it really hurts.”

Then he grabbed Pei Siyin’s waist again and thrust even deeper. His hips turned red from the pressure, as if he wanted to shove his balls in too.

Pei Siyin was drowning in heat and lust. Sweet moans spilled from his lips. His eyes were wet, cheeks flushed with arousal, breathtakingly beautiful.

“Ah—ah—” His cock was half-hard, pressed tightly to his stomach. He clutched his belly and tried to roll over in the middle of gasping, crying pleasure. “It’s going to break… I’m going to break, Song Shengyang…”

“No, you won’t.” Song Shengyang held him down.

His belly felt bloated, filled with a strange, sour tension. Pei Siyin’s thighs trembled uncontrollably. His face was drenched with sweat and tears. When Song Shengyang saw him clutching his abdomen, he slowed down and touched his cheek gently.

“What’s wrong?”

Pei Siyin bit his lip and answered softly, “I need to go to the bathroom.”

Song Shengyang’s eyes were dark with lust. He glanced down at the spot Pei Siyin was holding, then pinned his hips and asked, “You need to pee?”

Pei Siyin blinked, his lashes damp and clumped together. “Mm.”

His hand was pulled away from his belly. Song Shengyang held him around the waist. Just as Pei Siyin started to stretch out his legs to get out of bed, he was suddenly grabbed hard at the waist.

“Song—ah!”

His words were cut off mid-sentence. Song Shengyang pulled him back and thrust the thick, burning cock deep into him again. Pei Siyin’s legs gave out completely, and he was bounced up from below with every thrust.

The urge to pee forced his half-soft cock to swell dark red. A trickle of urine escaped from the tip. His back went rigid, and he pressed his forehead to Song Shengyang’s shoulder.

“Let me down…”

“You’re not going anywhere.” Song Shengyang gripped his waist and kept thrusting relentlessly. “Just piss here. I’ll buy us a new bed.”

Before Pei Siyin could protest, Song Shengyang drove in even harder, ignoring his crying and fucking him deeper.

Before Pei Siyin could say yes, Song Shengyang was already thrusting into him harder, driving deep through the sound of his crying.

Pei Siyin’s vision blurred. And yet, Song Shengyang still had the leisure to free up one hand and stroke his cock. The slender shaft had swelled from the pressure of holding back his piss. With each stroke, Pei Siyin trembled violently at the waist, sobbing brokenly through his nose.

“Don’t hold it in. You’ll really hurt yourself.”

Pei Siyin’s upper body tensed. He clung to Song Shengyang’s neck, brushing against the fine sheen of sweat at his collarbone.

His cock was being stroked gently, while the wet slap of penetration echoed endlessly in his ears. His body rocked with every thrust. The cock inside him grew hotter, grinding deeper inside that tender, spasming heat.

His mouth hung open as he gasped into Song Shengyang’s shoulder. A hot stream poured from his lower belly, soaking downward between his legs. The sensation blurred into the rush of release. His cock pulsed once, then slowly softened, falling back against his skin. His mind went blank. His body kept trembling in Song Shengyang’s arms.

His hole clamped down tight. Song Shengyang let out a muffled groan, chest heaving from the squeeze. Pei Siyin collapsed against him, dazed and boneless, his entire body limp.

Song Shengyang laid him down and picked up his pace again. In the haze of overstimulation, Pei Siyin frowned slightly, moaning faintly through his nose and lips. Song Shengyang kissed the corner of his mouth, his voice low and heated.

“So fucking cute.”

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Pei Siyin woke to the sound of an alarm. It felt like his bones had been pulled apart and crushed. He couldn’t even lift a finger. Forcing his eyes open, all he could see was a wash of hazy sunlight, blurring everything.

There were voices in the room. Pei Siyin braced himself against the soreness and sat up, rubbing his eyes as he looked at the people moving in and out of the apartment.

What the hell? Was someone robbing the place?

He scrambled to get up, but his legs gave out beneath him, and he dropped to his knees on the carpet. When he looked up again, he realized he had been sleeping on the couch, wrapped in a thick blanket.

“Yeah, yeah, throw them all out.”

Song Shengyang’s voice came from the bedroom. Pei Siyin rubbed his trembling legs, managed to stand, and walked over.

The sheets and duvet were gone. The latex mattress on the bed was being hauled away by workers in navy blue uniforms. He stood frozen at the doorway until one of the older men turned to him and said, “Excuse me.”

Pei Siyin stepped aside. By the time he came to his senses, Song Shengyang was standing right beside him. After a moment of silence, he smiled.

“You’re up.”

For a split second, when their eyes met, Song Shengyang blushed even faster than he did.

Pei Siyin asked, “You threw my whole bed out? Where am I supposed to sleep tonight?”

“At my place,” Song Shengyang replied, glancing at him before bending down and scooping him up. “I told you this morning. I’m getting you a new one.”

“When did you say that…?” Pei Siyin suddenly shut his mouth, the images in his mind turning unmistakably indecent. His cheeks flushed. For once, he had nothing to say in front of Song Shengyang.

He was gently laid down on the sofa. Song Shengyang watched him for a moment, then walked over to the dining table and picked up a container of warm porridge just delivered by the driver.

“Eat a little. I’ll take you to school after.”

Pei Siyin accepted it. His lips were swollen and broken, so he could only open his mouth a little. He ate in small bites. The warm porridge slid down his throat, easing the ache in his body and relaxing his stomach with a soft heat.

By the time he finished the bowl, Song Shengyang came over holding a bag. He looked a little awkward as he said, “There’s medicine inside. You should… apply some. The wounds will heal faster.”

Pei Siyin reach up and touch his neck. The moment his fingers made contact, he winced and pulled back. The sting made his shoulders flinch.

He sucked in a sharp breath. No mirror was needed. He could already imagine the state of his body.

“But it really hurts… down there too. Can I put this on that, as well?”

“…!” Song Shengyang nearly threw the bag across the room. “Yes. You can.”

Pei Siyin couldn’t sit for long. That part of him had been wrecked too deep, too hard. After hearing Song Shengyang’s response, he carefully shifted his body and ended up lying face down on the couch.

“I can’t reach that spot. You’ll have to help me put it on.”