LIAH 39. The Ring

His pajama pants were pulled down around his waist. Pei Siyin struggled to keep his breathing steady. “My parents are still downstairs.”

Song Shengyang nipped lightly at his lower lip and began unbuttoning Pei Siyin’s sleepwear one button at a time until it was completely open. “Then keep your voice down.”

His palm cupped one cheek of his ass, but instead of thrusting his fingers inside to prepare him, Song Shengyang gripped Pei Siyin’s slim, flushed cock and began moving his hand up and down.

“What did you do to me last time at the hospital?”

His palm was scorching hot. Desire surged through Pei Siyin. His eyes welled with tears as he bit down on the knuckle of his curled forefinger, terrified he might make too much noise.

What did he do that time?

Just as the memory returned, his hand was taken away. Song Shengyang stared at the slick trail left on his finger, a lewd strand of fluid stretching out as he let go.

Pei Siyin’s palm closed around something hot and stiff. Song Shengyang thrusted his hips, teasing himself against Pei Siyin’s fingers. The thick tension and burning heat spread across Pei Siyin’s entire body. His voice broke as he said, “You’re hard for me.”

Song Shengyang let out a soft laugh, released his hand, and reached up to cradle the back of his neck, forcing him to tilt his head back.

His burning cock pressed against Pei Siyin’s lips. Song Shengyang asked, “And then?”

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Faint light glowed at the head of the bed. Under its soft hue, Pei Siyin’s silhouette was outlined in warm shadow, casting a dim, half-obscured figure.

He knelt between Song Shengyang’s legs, his soft, hot mouth wrapped around the already swollen erection. Warm breaths huffed from his nose as he held the base steady with both hands, though he could only take in a little at a time.

Song Shengyang stroked the back of his neck, using his fingers to pull aside the open collar and expose the smooth curve of one shoulder. Pei Siyin’s cheeks ached from holding him so long. He lowered his eyes and slowly let the glistening erection slip from his mouth. A thin strand of fluid clung to the corner of his lips as he pulled away. Song Shengyang pressed down on his shoulder, not letting him rise.

“Already tired?”

Pei Siyin’s lips were red and slick, glistening faintly. He looked up, his pupils damp as if soaked in water. “Give me a second.”

Their eyes met. Song Shengyang grinned. “You didn’t make me wait last time.”

That brought a flicker of awkwardness to Pei Siyin’s expression. His knees were sore from kneeling, so he sat back on the carpet, placing both hands on Song Shengyang’s thighs and looking up at him. “You really hold a grudge.”

“Whose fault is that?” Song Shengyang said, with a hint of teasing.

Pei Siyin rose back up to his knees. He first gave Song Shengyang a deep, lingering look, a kind of ambiguous heat flickering in his eyes. Then he reached out with both hands, slowly running his palms along the length of the hot, rigid shaft in front of him.

His moist tongue slipped from his lips, but instead of immediately going to lick, he tilted his head and let a slow, teasing smile spread across his face. The breath he exhaled was hot enough to scorch. Song Shengyang’s heartbeat skipped a beat under that look. He grabbed Pei Siyin’s hands and pressed the wet, rounded tip of his cock onto his exposed tongue.

One hand held his jaw in place. The other gripped the base and tapped the tip lightly against his tongue. “Open up.”

Pei Siyin parted his lips. This time, Song Shengyang didn’t let him move on his own. He reached around to the back of Pei Siyin’s neck and pressed down, forcing his cock into his mouth.

The sudden intrusion made Pei Siyin’s throat tighten. The tip pushed against the soft flesh at the back of his throat, sending a wave of breathless pressure through him. He could only make muffled sounds through his nose, watery tears soaking most of his face.

Song Shengyang tugged at his hair, though not roughly. A portion of his cock was still outside, yet Pei Siyin could feel it growing even harder in his mouth. His lips were stretched wide, but the shallow thrusts soon helped him adjust.

The sheets at the edge of the bed were already a wrinkled mess. Song Shengyang looked down at him, his body casting a shadow that nearly enveloped Pei Siyin completely. Pei Siyin was still clumsy at it. Last time, Song Shengyang hadn’t really let him do much, but this time he refused to pull out. Once he saw that Pei Siyin’s expression had eased a little, he stood up, making him tilt his head back and take him deeper.

Song Shengyang stood with the faint bedroom light behind him. Everything in Pei Siyin’s view was dark and blurry. He knelt on the carpet, gripping the sides of Song Shengyang’s legs, struggling to take in the thick cock as far as it would go.

With each thrust, Pei Siyin swallowed. Every time his throat tightened, Song Shengyang nearly lost control. He looked down at the fluttering lashes and vulnerable expression on Pei Siyin’s face, and something low and dark stirred within him.

His thrusts slowed. One hand cupped Pei Siyin’s jaw, thumb pressed just above his Adam’s apple, stroking lightly. “Think I can fuck you all the way down to here?”

Pei Siyin’s eyes flew open. His body stiffened, and he instinctively tried to pull back. A few tears scattered from the corners of his eyes, splashing onto the back of Song Shengyang’s hand.

But Song Shengyang didn’t look like he was joking. He stroked Pei Siyin’s head and said in a low voice, “Let’s try.”

The entrance to his throat was already at its limit. Song Shengyang pushed in slowly, grinding his hips forward. Pei Siyin’s fingers clutched at the sheets. The gag reflex surged violently, his body resisting the searing heat filling his mouth. Song Shengyang used that tight suction to thrust forward again, until only his heavy balls rested against Pei Siyin’s lips.

A deep sigh of satisfaction escaped his mouth. His lower abdomen tensed. Holding Pei Siyin by the nape, he began to move. Pei Siyin’s long neck was arched, his lips stretched wide, his beautiful face streaked with tears.

His mouth was filled to bursting. He couldn’t even manage to swallow. Saliva streamed uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth, dripping onto the carpet and soaking it with dark spots.

With a few final deep thrusts, Song Shengyang came in his mouth. Hot cum spurted directly against the back of his throat. He pulled back just enough to give Pei Siyin room to breathe. Watching the rise and fall of his chest, Song Shengyang gripped his jaw and withdrew completely.

Pei Siyin’s throat was parched. The sudden rush of air made him breathe even more raggedly. Song Shengyang lifted one of his arms and saw the thick white fluid still clinging to his lips, along with the way his mouth hung open, dazed and swollen from being fucked too long.

“It hurts,” Pei Siyin sniffled as he lay in Song Shengyang’s arms, his voice a soft complaint.

Song Shengyang ran a hand along his back and tilted his head to kiss his lower lip. “Next time I’ll go down on you.”

Pei Siyin’s ears flushed bright red. He gave a few breathless noises as Song Shengyang pushed him down onto the carpet, his legs falling open. “Getting head from a straight guy? I hit the jackpot.”

“Pei Siyin.” Song Shengyang’s fingers grazed his sweet spot during prep, making Pei Siyin arch sharply. Worried he’d make noise and wake his parents downstairs, he bit his finger, knees knocking against Song Shengyang’s waist.

“What good is talking shit when I’ve got you like this?” Song Shengyang pinned down his twisting hips, his fingers pumping in and out of his slick entrance.

Pei Siyin’s voice was thick with need, but he didn’t dare speak loudly. When Song Shengyang finally entered him, he gripped his shoulders and gasped, “So I get to tease you with words, and you get to fuck me in return?”

The thick cock sank in to the base. Pei Siyin’s hips shot up, his voice breaking into a cry.

Song Shengyang clamped a hand over his mouth and drove in hard, determined to fuck him so thoroughly he couldn’t make a sound.

The sharp smack of bodies colliding echoed through the bedroom. Song Shengyang moved fast. With his mouth covered, Pei Siyin could only moan through his nose, the pleasure nearly suffocating. After being sucked once, Song Shengyang’s cock was even thicker and harder. The engorged veins dragged against his tight, slick channel, doubling the pressure on every sensitive spot.

Muffled whimpers spilled from between Song Shengyang’s fingers. When he loosened his grip just a little, Pei Siyin gasped for air and started moaning.

Song Shengyang bent down, lifting his legs and wrapping them around his waist. One hand cradled the back of his head, shielding it from bumping against the cabinet with each thrust. The other slid across Pei Siyin’s sweat-drenched chest, pinching the nipple that had swollen from being played with too much.

“Mm… don’t pinch…” Pei Siyin wrapped his arms around his back, biting his lip to keep from making too much noise.

Their bodies were pressed close. Song Shengyang kissed him again, his tongue easily prying his lips apart. Pei Siyin’s mouth was still sore from earlier. Whether Song Shengyang was sucking on the tip of his tongue or curling around the root in a deep kiss, he simply let him do as he pleased, completely pliant.

The soft light above them cast a glow across Pei Siyin’s face. Song Shengyang brushed the tip of his nose against his ear and murmured, “I’m going home tomorrow.”

A shiver shot straight up Pei Siyin’s spine. His legs went weak. “What… so soon…”

“What do you mean?” Song Shengyang thrust forward, his cock grinding through the clenching folds of heat.

Pei Siyin couldn’t hold back a moan. Clinging to his neck, he whispered close to his ear, “I meant going home…”

“Things are hectic at the company. My dad wants me back early.”

Desire had darkened Song Shengyang’s eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he bent down to nibble on Pei Siyin’s collarbone. His voice dropped beside his ear. “I’ll wait for you at home.”

Pei Siyin’s heart nearly burst. Warmth spread through his chest, blooming outward. His bright eyes met Song Shengyang’s gaze, lashes damp, as he answered, “Okay.”

They were afraid the bed would creak too much, so Pei Siyin didn’t move from the carpet the entire night. Their last round ended sometime after two in the morning. Song Shengyang finally carried him to the bathroom to wash up, and for once, looked troubled. “What do we do about the carpet?”

If it had been his place, he could just toss it in the washer. But with Pei Siyin’s parents here, it would be impossible to do that in the middle of the night without exposing everything they’d done.

Pei Siyin slumped against him, letting Song Shengyang clean him out. “Pour some soda on it later. Cover it up.”

“That works?” Song Shengyang was amazed. Then he offered, “Or we could just use a condom next time.”

Pei Siyin blinked, dazed for a few seconds, before he clung to him like a spoiled child and whined, “No.”

“Why not?” Song Shengyang asked.

Pei Siyin’s face flushed red. He hesitated, then muttered, “I don’t like it. Anyway, don’t wear one.”

Something stirred in Song Shengyang’s chest. He let it go, not pushing the subject.

Thankfully, the bed was still clean. Pei Siyin collapsed onto the pillow and was about to drift off. Curled up in Song Shengyang’s arms, he murmured sleepily, “What time’s your flight?”

“Ten in the morning.”

“That’s so early…” Pei Siyin’s eyes stayed shut. He was barely hanging on. “I’ll take you to the airport.”

The way he looked, he probably wouldn’t wake up. It had been a spur-of-the-moment promise, and he hadn’t even set an alarm. Song Shengyang leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. “Alright. Goodnight, wife.”

Outside the window, birds chirped noisily from somewhere nearby.

Sunlight streamed through the glass and lit up Pei Siyin’s eyelids. Still half-asleep, he raised an arm to block the light, feeling the warmth touch the inside of his wrist.

“What time is it…” Pei Siyin mumbled, but no one answered. Slowly, he started to wake up.

He opened his eyes, squinting against the harsh light. It took a while to adjust. When he reached to the side and found the space empty, a jolt ran through his chest, and he sat up immediately.

The blanket slid off. For a second, something shiny caught his eye. Against the sunlight, he raised his hand, inching it closer to his face. He swallowed hard, as if trying to keep his heart from leaping out of his throat.

He touched the ring finger of his right hand.

A platinum ring encircled it, with a unique desert-textured design. Simple, but striking.

His mind went blank. He couldn’t remember anything. Head bowed, eyes brimming, he rubbed at his face. The whole room suddenly felt still and quiet.