LIAH 18. Let Me In

Every sound of the night grew louder in the stillness.

Pei Siyin held back the moan clawing at his throat. His hands trembled slightly as he wrapped them around Song Shengyang’s neck and asked, “So what if it’s been seven days? Does time really matter?”

“Song Shengyang, time doesn’t mean anything.”

Then he leaned in and gently pressed their lips together. His tongue came out and slowly traced along the corner of Song Shengyang’s mouth. Song Shengyang lowered his eyes, and in them reflected Pei Siyin’s trembling lashes and those dark irises glazed with moisture.

Song Shengyang gripped the back of his head and chased after the kiss, prying his mouth open to suck in that exposed, wet, red tip of tongue. The slick sounds between their lips echoed inside him, stirring something deep.

What had changed no longer mattered, whether it was the gender Song Shengyang had always insisted on, or the time Pei Siyin had just dismissed.

Saliva spilled from the corner of Pei Siyin’s mouth. He turned his head, trying to breathe, but Song Shengyang grabbed his chin and kissed him again.

His lips moved down from Pei Siyin’s to his neck, then to his earlobe, which he sucked and bit. Song Shengyang’s hand slid upward. When his mouth reached the collarbone, he suddenly yanked the robe open. The arm wrapped around his neck fell away, and the robe was flung carelessly to the floor.

Scattered, scorching kisses trailed down his pale skin, leaving behind reddened marks. Pei Siyin dug his fingers into Song Shengyang’s hair, arched his chest, and gasped for breath, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes.

His bare body lay exposed in the cold air. The shivering was obvious. Song Shengyang kissed his lower abdomen and gripped his waist, leaving clear imprints from his fingers. “Cold?”

Pei Siyin parted his lips to pant. His gaze slowly came into focus under the dim light. When Song Shengyang bit and sucked at the skin of his neck, it sent an electric thrill through him. Lying on the couch, he couldn’t help but wrap his legs around Song Shengyang’s waist, his voice trembling, “Yeah. It’s freezing in the living room.”

His arms and legs were shaking. Song Shengyang picked him up face to face and started walking toward the bedroom.

Every step and every breath grew unbearably distinct, sinking into nerves laid bare, tangled with uncontrollable hormones. Song Shengyang pressed him down onto the bed.

The bedroom lighting was dim. Song Shengyang captured his lower lip, and within Pei Siyin’s increasingly feverish breaths, he took hold of the erection already standing tall between his legs and slowly began to stroke it in his palm.

“Pei Siyin, let me take care of you.”

The words, whispered in his ear, were low and seductive. Pei Siyin arched his back from the stimulation, until the hard heat between his legs was suddenly enveloped by something warm and wet and soft. He lost all ability to keep up his usual smooth control around Song Shengyang.

“No…” Pei Siyin reached out to push away the head buried between his legs. His body was burning, and he instinctively tried to squeeze his thighs together. But Song Shengyang felt the pressure on either cheek and pushed his legs open even wider with both hands.

He let the cock slip from his mouth for a moment. The corner of his lips was slick with clear strands of fluid. “Does it feel bad?”

Pei Siyin bit his lip. “…It feels good.”

Song Shengyang was taking careful care of him, keeping his teeth out of the way and clamping down only with his lips. He rolled the two full, round sacs gently between his fingertips.

Pei Siyin’s upper body curved upward, his waist taut. His eyes shimmered with tears, the whole surface of them glistening.

“Song Shengyang…” Pei Siyin’s voice, like his gaze, was unfocused. He moved in and out of Song Shengyang’s mouth, fine sweat gathering at the base of his neck and behind his ears. “Not so hard…”

But Song Shengyang didn’t listen. As soon as Pei Siyin spoke, he sealed his lips more tightly around the shaft, sucking harder. His hands pinned down Pei Siyin’s waist, holding him in place as he brought him to climax.

The pleasure of climax flooded through Pei Siyin’s limbs, leaving them weak and trembling. His whole body shuddered uncontrollably. Song Shengyang caressed him, his hand sliding from his lower back up to his chest, finally stopping beneath his chin.

A bit of white semen clung to the corner of Song Shengyang’s lips. He pinched Pei Siyin’s jaw, brushed their mouths together, and fed him the few drops left behind.

“What does it taste like?”

Pei Siyin slowly recovered, meeting Song Shengyang’s gaze. He stuck out his tongue to lick the corner of his mouth, sweeping up the streaks of thick white with the wet red tip, then closed his lips and swallowed.

“Not good,” he said.

It was a taste he didn’t even know how to describe.

Song Shengyang let out a soft laugh, his voice tinged with regret. “Shame I didn’t bring the tongue stud today.”

For once, Pei Siyin was caught off guard and completely subdued.

Unlike his dazed reaction, Song Shengyang dipped his fingers into the mess of semen that had splashed across Pei Siyin’s belly, then slid them into his entrance, thrusting them in and out.

“It hurts…” Pei Siyin’s voice was tight, stuck in his throat as though something was clogging it. The sensation of being entered was even stronger than last time. Song Shengyang wasn’t gentle, but he quickly found the spot that made him tremble.

His fingers were clamped by heat and pressure. Song Shengyang experienced in full what it felt like to thrust inside Pei Siyin with just his fingers. The wet, obscene sounds filled his ears as fluids coated every inch of his hand.

Pei Siyin was shaking all over. He reached for the hand braced beside him and let out a low moan.

“Song Shengyang, hold me.”

Song Shengyang leaned down. Pei Siyin wrapped his arms around his back, his fingers brushing across firm, powerful muscles. His nails scratched across the skin, leaving new red lines behind.

It didn’t feel like Song Shengyang was merely preparing him. He added more fingers and moved faster and deeper. The cock that had just spilled moments ago rose again, twitching against his belly.

Pei Siyin’s thighs trembled violently. The wetness from the thrusting fingers soaked the sheets. His stomach dipped inward with every sharp breath.

His arms dropped weakly. Song Shengyang pushed his legs apart and stuffed a pillow beneath his hips to raise him. Pei Siyin lay on the bed, clutching at the sheets on either side until they bunched in his fists. His mouth hung open in a low moan, and under the rhythm of Song Shengyang’s fingers, his body shuddered as he came again.

The folds had been stretched wide, then closed again after only a few seconds.

Around the rim, the skin was pale and tender. The area that had been penetrated was flushed pink. The mixture of clear and white fluids oozed from his entrance. Song Shengyang’s eyes darkened. Before Pei Siyin could recover, he grabbed his hand and guided it to unbuckle his own belt, pulling out the cock that had grown swollen and rigid.

He wrapped Pei Siyin’s hand loosely around it and stroked once, twice, then pressed the smooth head against the still-twitching entrance.

He held Pei Siyin’s face and looked directly into his tear-streaked eyes.

“Let me in.”

The sound of his voice rang clearly in his ears. Pei Siyin could see the edge of Song Shengyang’s control. He nodded, his voice hoarse.

“Come in. I want you to come in.”

The glans pushed through, forcing its way inside. The soft flesh inside tightened and clenched around him. Song Shengyang’s eyes reddened. Song Shengyang’s eyes flushed red. He grabbed Pei Siyin’s waist, leaning in to kiss his neck and the space behind his ear, while thrusting the thick, burning shaft into his slick, tender entrance.

Pei Siyin’s eyes welled up again. The thick cock kept thrusting into him, rubbing his insides raw. His hips felt like they were being split apart.

“Song Shengyang… it hurts…”

Song Shengyang rained kisses down on his cheek and collarbone. With half of his cock already inside, he rocked his hips slowly.

“It won’t hurt soon. Just hold on.”

“Pei Siyin, I’ve always wanted to ask. Why were you wearing women’s clothes the first time we met?”

Even with only half of Song Shengyang’s cock inside, he already felt unbearably stretched. Pei Siyin furrowed his delicate brows and moved his lips. “It was fun… I just thought it’d be fun, so I wore it.”

Song Shengyang kissed his chin while continuing to thrust into the tight, inexperienced hole. He pulled out the pillow from under Pei Siyin, grabbed his arm, and flipped him over.

Pei Siyin landed on his stomach. Before he could even process what was happening, a hot, sweaty body covered his back completely, enclosing him in a space that smelled like sex and heat.

Song Shengyang pressed against his back, pushing one of his knees between Pei Siyin’s legs. He spread apart those round cheeks and placed his cock at the freshly stretched entrance.

He lifted Pei Siyin’s chin and turned his face toward him for a deep, lingering kiss.

Then, he thrust his thick, red cock all the way inside.