LIAH 19. Yinyin

The cock thrusting into his hole was thick and hard. Pei Siyin was pinned down on the bed, his stomach and hips pressed flat as he was fucked from behind.

Where their bodies met was a wet mess. Song Shengyang lay over him, grabbed his flailing wrist, and pinned their fingers together against the bed. “Why aren’t you talking now? All you can do is moan.”

Pei Siyin’s body was locked in place. Only his calves could still move, twitching every time Song Shengyang drove in too deep, as if he were trying to crawl up the bed to escape.

From his nose came sticky, tangled moans. Pei Siyin’s back flushed bright red, the color spreading across his neck and cheeks. His entrance was sore and swollen from being stretched wide. His fingers clawed at the sheets. His eyes and mouth were both wet.

He panted over and over. Their bodies pressed tight together, feverish and burning.

“Song Shengyang… not so rough…”

The only response was heavy, unrestrained breathing above his head. Song Shengyang yanked both his arms back and pinned them behind his back, locking them in place against his own waist. The heat from his back vanished, but the cock inside him never stopped moving. It pushed in deep again and again, making Pei Siyin tremble. His throat strained with broken, hoarse cries.

Song Shengyang lost control, leaving his marks all over Pei Siyin’s body. The thick, burning shaft stirred violently inside the tight, cramped hole. He heard Pei Siyin’s sobbing moans, shattered by every thrust, and felt the way his mouth clamped down hard to stifle the sounds.

His ass was turning red from the slaps of skin. Song Shengyang’s hands reached between his thighs and spread him open, forcing his cheeks apart. He stared down and watched as that narrow entrance was fucked open, inch by inch, by his own cock.

Pei Siyin’s mind was spinning. His vision blurred with double images. Waves of pleasure surged up his spine, flooding his nerves, filling every inch of him with raw desire.

Song Shengyang lifted one of his legs and hooked it over his shoulder. His hips snapped forward, pushing even deeper. Pei Siyin lay on his side, clutching the sheets. Wave after wave of climax crashed through him. His body clenched so hard it made Song Shengyang’s bones feel numb. Slick strands of fluid stretched between them, dripping down the inside of Pei Siyin’s thigh.

“I feel so full…” Pei Siyin’s cheek was half-buried in the pillow, sweat from arousal soaking his flushed face. “Don’t go that deep… Song Shengyang…”

Song Shengyang let go of his leg. Pei Siyin could finally see the ceiling light above him again. His entrance, sore and overstretched, was suddenly emptied. The cock slipped out, and a dizzying sense of emptiness washed over him.

But it didn’t last long. Song Shengyang bent over him again, and within seconds, had lifted both his legs and rested them on his shoulders. He kissed the corners of his eyes. Pei Siyin’s body was nearly folded in half.

“I haven’t come yet,” Song Shengyang said, kissing him while pressing the cock back in.

His hole was filled again, the now-familiar sensation of fullness returning all at once. Pei Siyin moaned uncontrollably. The cock inside him was scorching. As they faced each other again, their eyes locked, both tinted with heat and haze.

Song Shengyang arched his back in pleasure. Sweat dripped from his shoulder blades onto Pei Siyin’s chest. He buried his face in the crook of Pei Siyin’s neck, lips sucking at the skin he had already marked raw.

A low groan spilled from his throat.

“Yinyin, you’re so tight.”

That single “Yinyin” sent Pei Siyin over the edge. He closed his eyes and let out a breathless cry beside Song Shengyang’s ear. A thin stream of cum spurted onto Song Shengyang’s lower abdomen. Watching the clear fluid trickle down in thin streaks, his chest surged with another wave of heat, and he kept fucking Pei Siyin harder, thrusting so deeply that Pei Siyin’s body jerked upward each time.

Their bare bodies tangled together. Song Shengyang looked at Pei Siyin, who was close to fainting, and kept stirring his tongue deep inside his mouth. The slick sounds of their mouths and their bodies echoed in shameless unison.

Pei Siyin choked back a sob, the sound spilling from the corner of his lips.

“Stop for a second… just stop, please…”

But his soaked hole kept clinging to the cock inside. The tighter it squeezed, the more Song Shengyang lost control. He thrust forward with even more force.

“How could I stop now?” he growled. “When you were messing with me, you didn’t seem to care about restraint.”

Pei Siyin trembled beneath him, his body shaken with every thrust. His waist was held firmly, his ass lifted, the sharp slap of skin echoing through the room along with the wet, lewd sounds. Every impact carried a desperate, aching hunger.

A buzzing rang in his ears. Song Shengyang grabbed Pei Siyin’s hand and pressed it to his lower abdomen.

“It’s all the way in. Can you feel it?”

There was a faint bulge under his palm. Pei Siyin’s hand was soft, and through it, he could feel the head of the cock nudging against his skin from the inside. He couldn’t focus. All he could feel was the tip twitching deep inside his body.

“Why haven’t you come yet…” he murmured.

His gaze was glassy, unfocused. Song Shengyang kissed his forehead and asked, “Where should I come?”

Pei Siyin blinked, his vision gradually clearing. He reached up to touch Song Shengyang’s face, and kissed him gently on the cheek.

“Come inside me… I want you to come inside.”

His waist was seized with force, and Song Shengyang let out a deep, guttural breath against the side of his neck. His cock throbbed hard inside as he spilled everything deep into Pei Siyin’s body, pulse after pulse of thick heat flooding his hole.

Half the sheets were soaked. Song Shengyang scooped him up and carried him into the bathroom, muttering again, “Still no bathtub.”

Pei Siyin looked up at him lazily from his arms. “I’ll get one later.”

Warm water poured over them. Song Shengyang looked down and saw the milky cum leaking from between Pei Siyin’s legs. It trickled down his pale thighs, which were covered in red marks, the skin lined with finger-shaped imprints. The water washed away the semen quickly, making it disappear without a trace.

His hair soaked under the hot water, but his throat still felt dry. He pulled Pei Siyin by the shoulder, turned him around, and pressed him against the fogged glass door.

Steam filled the tight space. Song Shengyang leaned in again, his chest pressed against Pei Siyin’s back. His fingers slid along the inside of his thigh, caressing as he lifted Pei Siyin’s right leg.

“Song Shengyang…” Pei Siyin rested his forehead on the cool glass, his breath turning to mist in the shape of his silhouette. “Don’t…”

But the entrance, just fucked moments ago, welcomed him again all too easily. Song Shengyang pinned him tightly, thrusting his cock deep into the slick, flushed opening.

Pei Siyin’s entire body trembled. The base of his spine buzzed with heat, a jolt of numbness shooting through.

“It’s too deep… slow down…”

“I can’t.” Song Shengyang’s voice was hoarse. His body moved in sync with Pei Siyin’s every lift and drop. The wet glass door groaned under their weight with every thrust.

“Will I die inside you?”

Kisses and bites landed behind his ear. Pei Siyin’s mind was hazy from the heat and pleasure. He turned his head to find Song Shengyang’s lips, tongue reaching out to taste him, moaning into the kiss.

“I don’t want you to die.”

Hot water poured over the hickeys and bite marks, washing along every inch of Pei Siyin’s body. From his neck to his collarbone, the marks continued downward, even spreading across the insides of his thighs in uneven streaks of red.

Song Shengyang thrust his hips, driving forward hard. The bathroom light was far too bright. Every trace on Pei Siyin’s body was laid bare in front of him, flooding his eyes with a desire so dark it was almost frightening.

Pei Siyin’s legs finally gave out completely. Song Shengyang caught him by the waist just in time, shifted positions, and pressed him against the cold porcelain tiles. Pei Siyin’s legs were spread wide, hooked over Song Shengyang’s arms. He used the last of his strength to loop his arms around Song Shengyang’s neck to keep from falling.

His lower body ached with soreness, but every time the cock inside him brushed against that sensitive spot, a rush of pleasure shot straight up his spine. Surrounded by steam and heat, Pei Siyin could barely breathe. His head tilted back as he gasped for air.

The thick shaft was buried all the way inside. Song Shengyang held him tightly, fucking into him harder and faster with complete abandon.

Later, the bedsheets were stripped off and tossed to the floor. Song Shengyang carried Pei Siyin back and wrapped him in the clean ones on the other side of the bed.

Once everything calmed, the soreness in Pei Siyin’s body bloomed fully. He couldn’t even open his eyes. His skin, soaked in sweat, stung against the raw red marks that had been broken open. He curled up against Song Shengyang’s chest, brow furrowed, groaning from the pain.

Song Shengyang patted his back, then picked up his phone with a frown and sent a message to Jiang Haolin.

【SSY】: What kind of medicine do you put on broken skin?

【SSY】: Some spots are already swollen.

Two minutes later.

【Your Friendly, Super-Hot Doctor】: Don’t tell me it’s another one of those miraculous wounds that heal in a minute? [eye-roll emoji]

【SSY】: You’re sick.

【SSY】: Obviously not.

【SSY】: It’s actually kind of serious this time.

【Your Friendly, Super-Hot Doctor】: What kind of injury? Did he fall? Hit something? Get scraped?

【SSY】: None of those.

【SSY】: I accidentally bit him. I gripped too hard and left marks all over his waist.

【Your Friendly, Super-Hot Doctor】: ??????

【Your Friendly, Super-Hot Doctor】: Song Shengyang! What the fuck is wrong with you, it’s the middle of the night!!

The other side erupted in rage.

【SSY】: No manners.

【SSY】: Cursing at a patient. How’d you even get your medical license?

【SSY】: I’m filing a complaint first thing tomorrow.