LIAH 24. Tongue Stud

Pei Siyin was carried to the bed. Amid the mess, his underwear was stripped off, left hanging at the crook of his knees.

Song Shengyang pressed down on him and kissed him, using his knee to push apart his bare legs. He bit at his lips, reluctant to pull away. Pei Siyin rested his forehead against Song Shengyang’s shoulder, his chest rising and falling in ragged, uneven breaths.

Only a floor lamp was lit in the room. It did not give off a traditional warm yellow glow. Instead, it projected faint water-like ripples on the wall, clear and transparent.

Song Shengyang held his cock, stroking with a gentle, steady rhythm. Pei Siyin’s waist slackened, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum.

He lay on the bed, eyes misted over, a sheen of moisture glistening across them. Song Shengyang lowered his head and licked along the side of his neck and behind his ear. That tingling sensation shot through Pei Siyin’s skin, making him tremble. He gripped the sheets helplessly, melting into Song Shengyang’s arms.

“Let me suck you.”

Pei Siyin couldn’t speak. He swallowed thickly.

Long fingers wrapped around his cock. Song Shengyang held his thigh in place with one hand and lowered his head. The hot, wet warmth of his mouth enveloped the hardness that had already formed.

Pei Siyin was completely naked. One of his legs bent up involuntarily, the inside of his knee brushing against Song Shengyang’s hair. He bit his own lip, mouth filling with saliva. His spine arched, the groove of his back slick with sweat.

He couldn’t see Song Shengyang’s face, but he could feel clearly that the stud on his tongue was sliding up the underside of his shaft. His swollen tip was sucked into the heat, the tiny heart-shaped stud grazing the sensitive slit.

Pei Siyin jolted, his moan catching in his throat as he gasped, “Not there.”

The tip of Song Shengyang’s tongue pressed precisely against that little slit, rubbing at it with the tiny stud as if trying to wedge it inside and seal it shut.

Heat blooming low in Pei Siyin’s belly. His stomach tensed, pulsing with a churn of unbearable heat. His eyes stayed shut, and his voice cracked with a sob he could no longer hold back.

Song Shengyang glanced up. Feeling the dampness spreading between Pei Siyin’s legs, he released his cock from his mouth and slid his fingers down from the perineum, stopping at the hole that was already fluttering from overstimulation.

He wanted to fuck him there. Especially tonight.

The entrance had returned to its original tightness after just half a day of rest, but the bite marks and kiss bruises left around it were still striking. The swollen flesh had eased back, leaving behind a tender, pink ring.

The sight made Song Shengyang even harder. He looked at the way Pei Siyin gasped with his mouth open from pleasure and felt a rush of heat flood his chest. He grabbed Pei Siyin’s knees and pushed them up into an “M” shape.

Pei Siyin opened his eyes and instinctively hugged his legs to his chest.

He thought Song Shengyang would use his fingers. But in the next moment, something slick, warm, and wet slipped inside his hole.

Pei Siyin froze for two seconds, then panicked, pushing at Song Shengyang’s head where it was buried between his legs.

“No, don’t lick there.”

Song Shengyang didn’t even look up. He was focused, determined to open him up. He held Pei Siyin’s hips down against the bed, his long lashes brushing against his thighs.

The moment his tongue pushed inside, Pei Siyin’s hole began to secrete fluid. Song Shengyang slid in a little, flicking the outer rim with his tongue, coaxing the entrance. By the time Pei Siyin’s legs were shaking like a sieve, Song Shengyang drove his tongue all the way into the soft, wet hole.

The salty taste spread across Song Shengyang’s tongue as slick fluids dripped from the hole, trailing down along the length of it. He pushed his tongue deeper, the stud at the tip scraping against tender flesh, and Pei Siyin’s waist twitched with every pass.

His fingers were bitten hard enough to leave teeth marks. Pei Siyin could no longer hold it in, and gasped for breath. Unlike the sensation of a cock inside, Song Shengyang’s tongue was wet and soft. Every time the stud brushed past, it sent a jolt of electricity through him. The juice was licked clean, every last drop swallowed. Song Shengyang raised his hips and dragged his tongue outside, sweeping up everything that had leaked between Pei Siyin’s cheeks and pulling it into his mouth.

Pei Siyin’s cock stood tall, glistening with slick arousal. Song Shengyang stared at it, his gaze sharp, then extended his tongue and pressed the stud right against the tiny slit at the tip.

“Ah… ah…” Pei Siyin’s hips convulsed, and he climaxed hard, his body trembling as he spilled across Song Shengyang’s chest.

Song Shengyang closed his eyes. White cum spilled down from his brow bone, clinging to his lashes and nose bridge.

Pei Siyin lay sprawled on the bed. His vision blurred. After the orgasm, a gentle touch skimmed across his skin, followed by hot lips pressing to his cheek. Song Shengyang handed him a tissue, his hardened cock grinding back and forth against the hole he had just been licking.

“Wipe it for me.” Song Shengyang’s voice was so hoarse it was barely recognizable. His lips were soaked and flushed. Even with his handsome face splattered with cum, he didn’t look the least bit disheveled. If anything, it made him look even more depraved.

Pei Siyin struggled to lift his arm. A flush had crept up from his neck all the way to his chest. “Why did you do that? Isn’t it dirty?”

Song Shengyang wiped the mess from his face, then pressed his hips forward, pushing slowly into the tight entrance. He didn’t stop until he was fully sheathed. Then he bent down and kissed the corner of Pei Siyin’s mouth, rubbing the stud of his tongue against his cheek as he whispered, “It’s not dirty. Doesn’t it feel good?”

Pei Siyin clung to his neck, panting softly with parted lips. The corners of his eyes were damp. “It feels good.”

Heat surged through Song Shengyang’s entire body. His cock was wrapped in layer after layer of soft, sucking flesh. A guttural breath escaped him. He lifted Pei Siyin by the waist and lay back on the bed. “Get on top.”

Pei Siyin’s mind blanked for a moment. He braced his hands against Song Shengyang’s chest, his insides stuffed full. It was so deep that even his throat felt blocked. Not a single sound could come out.

“It’s too deep…”

“It’s not.” Song Shengyang offered no real comfort. He thrust upward, jolting Pei Siyin’s body.

The overwhelming pleasure shot straight to Pei Siyin’s head. He tilted his neck back, a satisfied moan slipping from the corner of his lips. The thick, hot cock stretched him open inside, pulling at every inch of him with suffocating tightness. Song Shengyang gripped both sides of his thighs, his fingers trailing upward from his waist, kneading the swollen, flushed nipples.

The cock buried inside him burned with terrifying heat. Pei Siyin held onto Song Shengyang’s hands against his chest, giving in to instinct as he rode him, grinding down again and again, each time pressing deep against that sensitive spot inside.

The wet slap of skin on skin echoed sharply through the room, nearly drowning out their ragged breaths. Sensing that Pei Siyin was close, Song Shengyang let out a low groan from beneath him. He reached up, pinched one of Pei Siyin’s nipples between two fingers, and twisted hard.

“Ah…”

His lower abdomen clenched. Cum spurted out with the rush of pleasure, splattering across Song Shengyang’s chest. Pei Siyin collapsed on top of him, limbs weak, panting hard.

“You got off on your own. What am I supposed to do?” Song Shengyang lay on his back, pulling him into his arms. His hips thrust upward again, driving into the now-tightly clenching hole. After orgasm, Pei Siyin’s little hole gripped down even harder. Song Shengyang pinned his thighs apart and kneaded the soft flesh of his ass with both hands.

He fucked him hard, fast, and without pause. Pei Siyin couldn’t stay still. His body rocked helplessly with each thrust. The bed creaked under them, a sharp rhythm laced with sweet, sticky moans and low, ragged breaths.

The soft flesh deep inside clung to the swollen tip. Song Shengyang was flooded with wave after wave of unbearable pleasure. He lost all sense of reason in Pei Siyin’s body. His mind went blank. He couldn’t think of anything else.

Pei Siyin lay slumped on top of him, too weak to lift his head. Something warm dripped from his face onto Song Shengyang’s shoulder. He couldn’t even tell if it was tears or saliva. Down below, more fluid leaked between his legs, sticky and uncontrollable.

Song Shengyang rolled over and pressed him down, lifting both his legs and holding them upright. He pounded in fiercely, straight to the deepest part. Pei Siyin’s eyes flushed red with the approaching climax. His fingers clawed at the air, reaching for something he couldn’t touch. His moans carried a trace of panic, caught between pleasure and helplessness, as if he couldn’t hold anything back.

The thrusts went too deep. Pei Siyin sobbed beneath him, his cries muffled against the bed.

That overwhelming heat surged and swelled between his legs, crawling deep into every nerve. Song Shengyang caught the hand he was trying to lift, threading their fingers together. Pei Siyin’s cries came in broken gasps, low moans threaded with pleasure. From his face to his body, and down to his long, slender legs, every inch of him was tinged with a soft, erotic flush.

That face, flushed and lost in pleasure, burned into Song Shengyang’s eyes. He spread his legs wider, drove his knees into the mattress, and came deep inside him. He pumped into him a few more times, fucking into the mess he had just spilled, then leaned down and kissed Pei Siyin’s eyelids. “I want to fuck you all night.”

Pei Siyin trembled in genuine fear. He used the last of his strength to weakly smack Song Shengyang’s arm. “No.”

Song Shengyang paused for a second, then tried to reason it out. “I heard that when someone says no in bed, it usually means yes.”