LIAH 25. You’re Beautiful

The curtains were drawn tightly shut. The room was cloaked in darkness.

The alarm clock by the bed kept ringing. Pei Siyin frowned and gave a soft groan. Then it went quiet.

Song Shengyang was holding him from behind, one leg wedged between Pei Siyin’s. When he saw Pei Siyin’s body stir slightly, he licked his dry lips, hand sliding over his waist. “You awake?”

His mind was still foggy, but the feeling of being stretched full was impossible to ignore. Something inside him was swelling fast, growing hotter by the second.

A ringing started up in his ears. Pei Siyin lay curled on his side, holding his breath. “Why didn’t you leave?”

“Leave where?” Song Shengyang chuckled. He took Pei Siyin’s earlobe into his mouth and began thrusting slowly inside the damp, hot hole. “Told you I was going to fuck you all night.”

The pleasure from the night before hadn’t completely faded. A deep ache tingled low in his abdomen, as if every nerve had been shocked. Their bodies were pressed together. Pei Siyin’s mouth fell open in a muffled groan, his whole body trapped in Song Shengyang’s arms.

Song Shengyang lifted one of his legs, gripping him at the thigh, and slammed his hips forward, burying his thick, burning cock inside him to the hilt.

“Ah…” Pei Siyin jerked forward from the force. Song Shengyang’s other arm reached through and slid around his shoulder, fingertips stroking along the side of his neck.

His thrusts came fast, rough. The heat of his cock was clamped down tight by the wet, soft entrance. He slid the hand from Pei Siyin’s thigh forward and gripped the cock that had already lifted stiff between his legs, pressing down on the slit that had been teased open the night before by the stud of his tongue, jerking him in slow strokes.

Pei Siyin’s trembled in Song Shengyang’s hold. There was nothing left to shoot from his swollen slit, only a dull, aching pressure. But Song Shengyang kept grinding against the sensitive spot deep inside, thrusting with fast.

“Be gentle… Song Shengyang…” Every word trembled. He turned his head, wanting to kiss him.

His chin was caught in a tight grip. Sweat clung to the crook of Song Shengyang’s neck. He bent down, ran his tongue behind Pei Siyin’s ear, and scraped the stud across the skin. Sweat welled up along the faint marks of broken skin from the night before.

“All you ever do is cry out my name, Song Shengyang this, Song Shengyang that.” Song Shengyang sounded dissatisfied. His hips snapped harder.

Pei Siyin clutched at the sheets. A thin stream of cum dribbled from the tip. His hole was stretched wide, the slap of skin against skin wet and relentless. His sack bounced between his thighs, the skin flushed red and dripping with slick.

He tried to speak, but just as he opened his mouth, the kiss he had been denied earlier came crashing back. Song Shengyang grabbed his jaw and turned his face. His tongue plunged straight into his mouth, the stud dragging across the soft root of Pei Siyin’s tongue. He tried to pull back, but the saliva pooled too fast. It spilled over the corners of his lips.

“Mm…” Pei Siyin was nearly suffocating. Song Shengyang let go just in time, then leaned back in and sucked on his tongue again.

The blanket slipped off the bed. The heavy air pressed down on them, trapping their heat between their bodies.

Song Shengyang lowered his leg, held him by the waist, and turned him onto his stomach.

The pillow was pulled away. Pei Siyin’s hands were pressed beneath his own face. Sweat formed in fine beads along his back. Song Shengyang trailed his fingers down the groove of his spine, spreading the sweat across his waist with the palm of his hand, leaving behind a searing warmth where he touched.

His cock, hard and scalding, thrust over and over into the deepest part of him. That full, stretched pressure clouded Pei Siyin’s vision in black. The slick walls of his hole were still clamping down, pulled wider with every thrust. He reached back to touch Song Shengyang’s body pressed against his back and turned his face to kiss him.

“Baby, go easy on me.”

Song Shengyang’s breathing suddenly grew heavier. He returned Pei Siyin’s light, seeking kiss and groped toward the nightstand. A moment later, the curtains drew back automatically. Bright, scorching sunlight filled the room.

The sudden glare made Pei Siyin squint and shut his eyes.

Song Shengyang lowered his head. His gaze was blunt and intense, staring openly at Pei Siyin’s face, completely swept away by lust. He kissed the corner of his eye, damp with tears, and licked away the salty wetness. His voice was thick with obsession. “You’re so beautiful.”

His body was filled to the brim, both of them panting hard and unevenly. Pei Siyin arched his back under the pounding, his legs trembling without pause. Song Shengyang pressed over him, heat surging in his chest. His cock slid in deep, then pulled back halfway. The wet, filthy sounds of sex echoed sharply through the morning air.

Pei Siyin was shaking badly. His voice had gone hoarse, and all that came out was a soft moan. “Mm… it’s so deep…”

Song Shengyang flipped him over, pressing their faces together.

Pei Siyin lay on the bed with his legs spread wide. Song Shengyang leaned in and kissed along the side of his neck, one arm cradling around it.

“Just one more time, alright,” Pei Siyin murmured. “I’ve got class this afternoon.”

“Then let me cum quickly.”

Somg Shengyang thrust deep, fast. Pei Siyin kept feeling like he was about to be split open from the inside.

He had thought he could finally get some rest, but he hadn’t even made it half a day before getting dragged back into bed. At this rate, he might as well drop out of school and let his brain rot in heat and lust.

The intense pleasure built low in his belly. Pei Siyin wrapped his legs tightly around Song Shengyang’s waist. Their sweat mixed together, soaking into the sheets beneath them.

Song Shengyang thrust into him without restraint. Even after taking it all night, Pei Siyin’s tender hole still hadn’t adjusted. Every thrust forced his body to tense and shudder, every nerve stretched tight under Song Shengyang’s grip.

He had been completely taken, his body pinned down against the bed like he was nailed there. He’d wanted to say something sweet to get Song Shengyang to come faster, but now he was being fucked so hard he couldn’t even get a sound out.

Song Shengyang’s breath was low and heavy. He gripped his waist and kissed his soft and glistening lips. He took the damp, trembling tip of his tongue into his mouth and kissed him deeply, giving him everything through that kiss, from breath to heat to the lingering pulse of climax.

Both of them were soaked with sweat. Song Shengyang stayed fully inside him, not pulling out. Pei Siyin’s fingertips brushed through his hair. “Get out of me.”

Song Shengyang nudged his nose along Pei Siyin’s cheek. “What’s the rush?”

His cock, now half-soft, was still lodged deep in Pei Siyin’s hole. Even like this, it sealed him up completely. Not a single drop of cum had leaked out.

Pei Siyin lay there catching his breath when the phone beside the pillow suddenly vibrated. He turned his head and reached back blindly to answer it.

“Hello.” His voice was low and hoarse, the kind of voice that sounded like it came from a fevered patient.

There was a pause. Then a few seconds later, someone replied, “Hi, I’m looking for Song Shengyang.”

Pei Siyin stared at the screen for a moment to make sure he was hearing right. Then he covered the mic and whispered, “It’s for you.”

He’d left his own phone in the dorm yesterday and hadn’t brought it with him.

The person on the other end didn’t seem in a hurry and just waited quietly.

Song Shengyang lifted his head off Pei Siyin’s chest and tapped his furrowed brow, trying to calm him. “It’s fine.”

He took the phone. The screen lit up. Song Shengyang glanced at the caller ID and started laughing. “What do you want? Miss me already, Tingbao?”

He switched it to speaker. Yan Ting’s voice came through the line. “Not really. I just remembered we might need one more seat tonight.”

Song Shengyang sounded confused. “Huh? Who’s coming?”

Yan Ting gave a quiet laugh on the other end. “The one who answered the phone just now.”

Pei Siyin’s body stiffened. His heart skipped a beat.

Song Shengyang didn’t seem bothered at all. He pulled out, then knelt between Pei Siyin’s legs. “You don’t get to see him.”

That face was too beautiful. Only he was allowed to look.

But Yan Ting replied, “Don’t tell me you’re pulling some kind of one-night stand. Luring in innocent college students and messing with their feelings?”

“What the fuck did you just say?” Song Shengyang nearly jumped up. His expression twisted in outrage. “Bullshit! He’s my wife! Do you even have a wife?!”

He hung up and tossed the phone to the corner.

He clenched his jaw and picked Pei Siyin up, carrying him toward the bathroom.

Pei Siyin looped his arms around his neck. “Was that your friend?”

“My childhood friend.” Song Shengyang set him down and started running water into the tub.

Pei Siyin couldn’t stand steadily. He leaned against the wall and wrapped his arms around Song Shengyang’s waist. He didn’t say a word about being called “wife.”

Instead, he asked, “How did he know I’m a college student?”