LIAH 35. Until the Break Is Over

The room was filled with panting and moans. Pei Siyin was pinned beneath Song Shengyang on the bed, both legs propped over his shoulders as he was repeatedly thrust into, his waist gripped hard and held in place.

Song Shengyang had said he had not been getting much rest lately, but the way he was fucking him now was wild and relentless. He left soft kisses across one side of Pei Siyin’s cheek, his gaze burning with an unfiltered, crimson hunger.

Pei Siyin clutched blindly at Song Shengyang’s arm, his fingernails dragging red welts along the skin as he tried to slow the punishing thrusts inside him.

Song Shengyang stared down at him, hips moving steadily. “I missed you so much. Didn’t you miss me?”

The pounding made his chest cavity buzz and tremble. Pei Siyin’s eyes were misty, and his hands were now pinned down, fingers interlocked with Song Shengyang’s, while the tight ring of muscle clamped hard around the cock driving into him.

Of course he missed Song Shengyang. How could he not?

During the two days they were apart, every second had been agony.

His legs were let down, and Song Shengyang scooped him up into his, sitting him down to straddle his lap and fucking him from beneath.

Pei Siyin slumped onto his shoulder. A burst of white light flashed across his vision, his head spinning. His lower body felt stretched and painfully full, both legs stiffening uncontrollably.

“I missed you. I missed you so much.”

Longing and desire surged at once. Pei Siyin could hear Song Shengyang’s quickening breaths right next to his ear.

The room was pitch black. No lights had been turned on. Not far from the bed, the floor-to-ceiling window reflected the glittering starlight outside.

Wet, slick sounds of their bodies joining filled the room in steady waves. Pei Siyin bounced in Song Shengyang’s lap, his moans swallowed by his lover’s mouth and crushed between their lips, barely held back in his throat.

Song Shengyang let go of his mouth and kissed down his jawline toward his neck. Pei Siyin closed his eyes and tilted his head back in response. His lips parted, drool spilling from the corner of his mouth. He cradled Song Shengyang’s head, his nipple brushing against his lips.

The heat of breath wrapped around his chest. One of Pei Siyin’s nipples was taken into that mouth, sucked and licked with careful attention. Even though Song Shengyang had removed his tongue stud before dinner, the strength of the suction and the biting licks still had Pei Siyin arching into him uncontrollably. His fingers threaded into his hair as he whimpered, his voice trembling, “Mm… not so hard.”

One nipple in Song Shengyang’s mouth, the other being rolled between his fingers.

The left side of his chest was wet from saliva. Song Shengyang finally let go and pushed him back onto the bed. In the dim light, he traced the wet trail with his fingers and muttered lowly, “Looks like I bit it too much.”

Pei Siyin’s heart was pounding wildly, his face burning with heat. His legs were wrapped tightly around Song Shengyang’s waist, which kept slamming into him. He whispered, “I don’t think so.”

The air conditioner was set to 26 degrees, but it felt like it was off. All the heat had been trapped in this sealed space. Song Shengyang lifted Pei Siyin’s legs again. Their slippery skin slid against each other, as if his legs might slip right out of his hold.

Pei Siyin’s muffled moans and sobs echoed loudly in the enclosed room. His hair was soaked with sweat, and even his eyelashes clung together.

The only source of light was the floor-to-ceiling window. Pei Siyin’s trembling legs quivered as his gaze blinked against the faint, scattered gleams of starlight outside.

Song Shengyang reached down and flicked the head of Pei Siyin’s cock, which had just ejaculated. His fingers smeared some of the cum onto the swollen, erect nipple on his chest. The climax had not fully passed. That wave of pleasure, tinged with numbing sensitivity, still rolled through his nerves. Tormented by Song Shengyang’s teasing, Pei Siyin arched his back, fingers clenching hard onto the bedsheet beneath him, twisting helplessly from side to side.

“You want to go there,” Song Shengyang said, gripping his waist, following the direction of Pei Siyin’s diverted gaze.

Pei Siyin’s mind was no longer in control. Every inch of his body felt like it was burning from the inside out. He turned sluggishly to look up at Song Shengyang’s face above him, but in the dim light, all he could see was a vague silhouette.

Song Shengyang brushed his fingers along the corner of Pei Siyin’s eye, then bent one leg on the bed, and with a surge of strength, lifted him up. Both arms slid under the bends of Pei Siyin’s knees as he stood firmly on the carpet.

“Ah—” Pei Siyin couldn’t stop himself from crying out. Both legs were trembling in Song Shengyang’s arms.

He had never tried this position before. All he could do was cling to Song Shengyang’s shoulders. His legs were dangling, and the moment they left the bed, panic overtook him. The hard, burning cock moving inside him became the only thing that made him feel somewhat safe.

Song Shengyang started walking with him in his arms. Pei Siyin had no choice but to hold on tighter. His legs were spread wide and shaking, and the slick fluid from their thrusts was dripping steadily down between his thighs. Song Shengyang glanced down. Streaks of wetness stood out starkly against the floor, each drop catching the faint light.

Pei Siyin’s ass was being pounded with rhythmic, loud slaps. He had no idea how many steps Song Shengyang took while holding him like this. When his back suddenly hit a cold wall, he finally snapped out of his daze and turned his head to look.

“No, don’t.” Pei Siyin was terrified. He struggled to push at Song Shengyang’s chest.

Now that he had the support of the wall behind him, Song Shengyang moved without any restraint. He kissed the side of Pei Siyin’s face, then lowered his head to nuzzle the sweat-slick hollow of his collarbone. His voice came out hoarse. “You kept looking over here. I thought you liked it.”

In the dark, people always search for light. Even during sex, it’s the same.

Pei Siyin had no idea how Song Shengyang came to the conclusion that he liked being fucked against the window.

His back, which had felt cool at first, started burning in minutes. The transparent glass turned mottled with fog. Trapped between the thrusts front and back, Pei Siyin couldn’t move at all. Each time, his hips were forced higher, each push slamming deeper. He cried into Song Shengyang’s shoulder, his moans breaking into scattered fragments.

The burning cock inside him slammed in viciously, tearing through the tight, wet walls and hammering at the very end. Song Shengyang leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of his ass. Sticky liquid dripped from both his fingers and the entrance, leaving a wet mess on the floor.

“Baby, so much.”

Pei Siyin’s whole body tensed up. The back of his head knocked against the floor-to-ceiling window. His vision was a blur, and he could no longer make out Song Shengyang’s face. He turned slightly, and his gaze was filled with bright, dizzy spots. Tears and sweat mixed together. As he fluttered his lashes, the droplets immediately fell in pairs.

“Can you see…” His voice was slurred, unable to finish a single sentence.

But Song Shengyang understood him. His fingers pried apart both sides of his ass, thrusting in again as he spoke, relishing the sensation of being tightly wrapped and sucked in. “No one can see. We’re up high.”

Pei Siyin’s breath came out in broken gasps. His limbs were going weak. He held onto Song Shengyang’s arms, but his hands were sweaty and kept sliding down. When he came again, it spilled all over Song Shengyang’s body. Pei Siyin trembled uncontrollably, far too sensitive to bear it.
Song Shengyang steadied his back. “Hold on to me. Don’t fall.”

Pei Siyin heard him. He managed to wrap his arms around him again. Resting his chin on Song Shengyang’s shoulder, he closed his eyes and felt the cock inside him stop moving. But it hadn’t been withdrawn. Instead, Song Shengyang started walking again.

Bright lights poured from overhead. Pei Siyin buried his face into the crook of Song Shengyang’s neck, unwilling to look up. His legs were lowered, but he barely stood for two seconds before a hand around his waist pulled him back in.

The bathroom was bright and open, but Pei Siyin needed time to steady himself. Song Shengyang didn’t rush him. He simply stood there, waiting.

“Feeling any better?”

Pei Siyin slowly opened his eyes, taking a few seconds to adjust. As he lowered his head, he realized Song Shengyang had pulled out at some point. That thick, rigid cock was still flushed dark red, wrapped in a layer of slick, transparent fluid. Every swollen vein stood out clearly along the shaft, the sight hitting him with raw, dizzying impact.

His ears turned red. The visual shock was too much. Though he was standing, his ass now throbbed with delayed soreness. Song Shengyang leaned in and kissed him, then reached a finger into the cleft of his ass, brushing along the rim of the freshly used entrance. “I’m not done yet.”

His vision had cleared, but his eyes were still wet as he leaned against Song Shengyang’s chest.

As if he had made up his mind, Pei Siyin turned around in Song Shengyang’s arms. He was now facing a mirror, one that showed every detail perfectly.

In the mirror, Song Shengyang’s firm, lean arms were wrapped around him from either side. His chin rested on Pei Siyin’s shoulder, and also looking at the reflection.

“Why’d you turn around?” Song Shengyang asked.

In the mirror, Pei Siyin’s face was flushed, his eyes still brimming with unspent desire. His lips were swollen and glistening, and even his nipples were exposed to the air, raw and bruised from sucking and biting. He was being held tightly, his stomach pressed against the cold edge of the tub. He tilted his head slightly and bit Song Shengyang’s ear. “Come in from behind.”

The moment he said it, a hand clamped down on his lower back. Pei Siyin was pushed over the sink, and Song Shengyang moved in behind him, spreading his legs apart and pressing the head of his cock to the flushed, dripping entrance.

In an instant, he was stuffed full again, the sudden thrust drawing a sharp cry from his lips. Song Shengyang held him by the waist, keeping his chest away, and pressed down hard, forcing his legs wide open until his ass lifted, obscenely exposed.

That wet, red entrance was being pried apart, struggling to swallow all of Song Shengyang’s cock.

The tight slap of their bodies echoed with wet squelches. Pei Siyin’s heartbeat surged wildly, pounding so hard it felt like it might leap from his throat. Song Shengyang kissed the curve of his back and his butterfly-shaped shoulder blades, then pulled him into his arms again.

Pei Siyin was barely holding himself up. His legs trembled, and his hands kept slipping along the edge of the sink. Waves of pleasure surged through him, one after another. It felt like Song Shengyang was going to drive straight through him, their bodies in the mirror burning together, merging into one.

“Say something nice,” Song Shengyang whispered, kissing the corner of his tear-soaked eye. “You hear me?”

His moans were shattered by the force of each thrust, and even the words he tried to say fell apart before they could leave his mouth. He looked into the mirror. It was the first time he had ever experienced so vividly what it was like when he and Song Shengyang were having sex. The way his own face twisted right before coming, and the way Song Shengyang breathed against him, raw and undone.

Every sensation was pushed to the limit. Physical and emotional pleasure peaked in perfect sync. Pei Siyin bit down on Song Shengyang’s fingers as they hovered near his lips, leaving behind a clear trail of saliva.

“Baby…”

The sound of their bodies slamming together grew louder, more frenzied. Pei Siyin was on the verge of collapsing, his back arched in a tight curve, fingertips digging into the edge of the sink.

Song Shengyang thrust into him harder, dragging a hoarse, broken sob from the depths of his throat. He played with Pei Siyin’s chest, then covered his mouth just as he was about to beg for mercy. The unbearable pleasure mixed with the stifling pressure, and Pei Siyin dropped to his knees.

Thick cum seeped from his stretched hole in slow, sticky threads. Song Shengyang lifted him into his arms, not to take him to the shower, but to bring him back to bed.

This time, the lights in the room were on. Song Shengyang lay on his side, lifting one of Pei Siyin’s legs as he leaned in to kiss him, staring at the dazed look still lingering on his face.

“We’re in a relationship. You know that, right?” he said suddenly.

Pei Siyin blinked, unsure why he was bringing this up now. “What else would we be?”

Song Shengyang kissed the skin behind his ear. His hips kept moving, fucking into that wet, tender hole.

“When break ends, I’m taking you home.”