LIAH Extra 2. Wedding Dress

The floor lamp in Song Shengyang’s room was Pei Siyin’s favorite, mostly because of how beautifully it cast soft shadows against the wall at night.

He was standing in front of Song Shengyang, wearing a short wedding dress.

The dress was satin, with thin spaghetti straps that traced the lines of his collarbones. A sheer layer of white tulle swept across the chest. The skirt was a short, puffed, asymmetrical style. On him, it was barely long enough to cover his ass. His two slim legs were completely bare, and he wore nothing on his feet, wet toes sinking into the white carpet beside the bed.

Song Shengyang sat on the edge of the bed, and his eyes hadn’t left Pei Siyin for a second.

The first time Pei Siyin had dressed like a girl, it had been for fun. This time was also for fun. The fun part was all in Song Shengyang’s reaction.

He smoothed the hem of the puffed skirt, pressing it lightly with his hands. Then, right in front of Song Shengyang, he slowly spun in a circle. Song Shengyang didn’t say a word, but the look in his eyes deepened with every second. He reached out and took Pei Siyin’s hand, sliding it up along his thigh, under the skirt, gazing up at him from below. “You’re not wearing anything underneath.”

Pei Siyin could only stay composed while Song Shengyang kept his hands to himself. The moment they touched, he unraveled faster than Song Shengyang ever did.

The hand under the skirt wasn’t behaving. After kneading the soft flesh on the inside of his thigh, it slid straight up. Pei Siyin met his gaze, his heart pounding so hard it pressed against his chest. The half-hard cock nestled under the dress gradually stiffened in Song Shengyang’s palm. Pei Siyin’s legs went weak, and the look on his beautiful face turned helpless.

The door was shut tight. The air in the room grew hot with rising heat. Song Shengyang pulled his hand out from under the skirt and guided Pei Siyin to sit down beside him. Then, instead of sitting, he dropped to his knees on the floor.

“What are you doing?” Pei Siyin pressed on his shoulders, nerves fraying.

Song Shengyang didn’t waste words. He pinned both of Pei Siyin’s wrists to the bed and lowered his head until the skirt covered the top half of his hair. The heat of his breath was stifling. He opened his mouth and took in Pei Siyin’s already erect cock, tongue scraping lightly across the slit as he sucked him in.

Warm, wet breath pooled under the half-lifted skirt. Pei Siyin’s thighs wouldn’t stop trembling. He tried to move, but Song Shengyang had his arms pinned down. He couldn’t budge.

It was overwhelming. He couldn’t bite his fingers like he usually would, so all the pleasure poured out from his mouth in unrestrained moans. Song Shengyang worked him with full focus, and all Pei Siyin could see was the back of his head. The cock, slick from licking and sucking, tingled inside the wet heat of his mouth. Pei Siyin’s calves tensed and shuddered. His neck arched high, covered in a sheen of sweat.

The pleasure spread quickly inside the skirt. Pei Siyin’s legs rubbed together and squeezed shut, messing up Song Shengyang’s hair. When Song Shengyang finally pulled away, the cock sprang free, glossy and flushed. He looked up, his mouth wet and red. The erection now hidden under the skirt pushed out a distinct point at the center of the puffed fabric. Song Shengyang reached out and gave it a slow rub. Pei Siyin let out a muffled moan and melted backward.

Song Shengyang stood from the carpet and placed one knee between Pei Siyin’s legs, the fabric of his sleep pants brushing against the rim of his entrance, already marked with a dark spot of wetness. He tugged the skirt down, gripped Pei Siyin’s waist, and dipped his head again. He wrapped his fingers around Pei Siyin’s cock, bringing his face in close as if he wanted to memorize every detail. The way he stared made Pei Siyin feel exposed, and just as he tried to draw back, Song Shengyang said,

“I’ll make you come with my mouth.”

Before Pei Siyin could react, Song Shengyang lowered his head again and took his cock back into his mouth. This time he didn’t tease or lick slowly. After sucking a couple of times, he went straight down, taking him to the hilt.

“No…” A sharp wave of pleasure collided with the breath caught in his throat. Pei Siyin lay sprawled on the bed, lips parted, heat surging from his groin up his spine in pulsating waves.

He arched his hips instinctively, chasing after that wet, soft heat with desperate thrusts of his cock. The thin shoulder straps slipped down his arms, and the ruffled skirt bunched at his waist blocked his view of Song Shengyang’s face. Blinking rapidly, Pei Siyin reached down and tangled his fingers in Song Shengyang’s hair.

The sensation building low in his abdomen crested and released, spilling into Song Shengyang’s mouth. Pei Siyin’s eyes lost focus as he stared blankly at the ceiling, the hazy lamplight casting blurred halos overhead.

Song Shengyang swallowed. When he finally lifted his head from beneath the skirt, the dim light caught on Pei Siyin’s flushed face. The white straps had slipped off his shoulders, sweat shimmered along the hollow of his collarbone, and the skirt was a mess, bunched around his waist with the cock between his legs exposed and twitching faintly.

His legs were spread wide, the inside of his thighs still marked by finger-shaped bruises.

Song Shengyang leaned over him and stared at the dazed, post-orgasmic look on his face. “You’re beautiful,” he said softly. “I’m going to fuck you just like this, without taking off the dress.”

That soreness returned, a dull ache blooming inside him. Song Shengyang had already slid a finger into his hole to loosen him up. Pei Siyin blinked back into awareness, a low ringing in his ears as he tilted his face upward and sought a kiss.

Their lips met. Song Shengyang’s tongue slipped in easily, not fierce like their usual kisses, but slow and gentle. He rolled Pei Siyin’s soft tongue between his own and sucked lightly, drawing out quiet, slick noises.

Even after coming once, Pei Siyin’s cock stiffened again under the layers of the skirt. Song Shengyang sat up and helped him pull it down a bit, then grabbed his hand and guided it to the waistband of his own pants. Pei Siyin pulled them down quickly with both hands, and Song Shengyang’s cock sprang free, thick and fully hard, pressing hot against Pei Siyin’s skin.

Song Shengyang chuckled. “So eager.”

Pei Siyin blushed at the teasing and turned his face away.

Lifting his waist, Song Shengyang slid a pillow under him and stroked his neck as he lined himself up. The tip of his cock pressed slowly into the tight entrance.

“It’s… stretching too much…” Pei Siyin gasped, his back lifting off the bed before Song Shengyang pushed him back down. The thick length drove into his slick walls, forcing the trembling ring of muscle to expand and take it in.

Song Shengyang leaned over him, fingers hooking the slipped white strap of the dress while thrusting deep and slow into his body. The heat inside clenched tight around him, and Pei Siyin felt his muscles strain as if being torn apart. He lifted his hips and pressed against Song Shengyang’s waist, knees slipping on his sweaty skin. Song Shengyang caught his legs and curled them around his own waist.

A flush bloomed across Pei Siyin’s cheeks. The white mesh at his chest was torn by Song Shengyang’s hand and slipped down to his neck. Kneeling between Pei Siyin’s legs, Song Shengyang looked down, watching the way that soft, flushed hole struggled to take his cock in. Faint red marks covered the inside of his thighs. Song Shengyang slipped a hand beneath the skirt and traced along the smooth curve of his waist.

Tears welled at the corners of Pei Siyin’s eyes. His hole was stretched and filled, hot and dripping wet.

Their bodies met with a wet squelch, obscene noises echoing in the quiet room. Pei Siyin felt the skirt grow damp, uncertain whether it was from sweat or the fluids leaking from inside. He reached down, trying to touch it, but Song Shengyang caught his wrist midway and asked, “What is it?”

“The skirt,” Pei Siyin answered, his eyes glassy with tears, halos of light swimming before him.

Song Shengyang wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him into his lap. The new position allowed him to thrust deeper, and Pei Siyin let out a sharp cry.

The ruffled skirt still covered their joined bodies, concealing the motion beneath. Pei Siyin rested his forehead against Song Shengyang’s shoulder and glanced downward. The white skirt fanned out like a blooming mushroom around his waist. Song Shengyang thrust upward beneath it, gripping the fabric and yanking it lower. The shoulder straps had slipped all the way to his elbows, exposing his flushed, perked nipples.

Catching sight of them, Song Shengyang bent forward, took one into his mouth, and circled it with his tongue until it hardened under the touch.

Pei Siyin cupped the back of his head, fingers sliding through damp hair, arching his chest forward with a soft plea. “Don’t bite…”

Song Shengyang tugged down the remaining strap. His nose traced a path up his chest, leaving a trail of red marks in its wake.

He grabbed Pei Siyin’s hand and guided it down to his belly. Pressing through the skirt, he flattened their joined hands over the bulge moving inside, where his cock was thrusting in and out. The depth of penetration became unmistakable. Pei Siyin felt the mess soaking through the satin, realized Song Shengyang had already come inside, and that it was now leaking out.

The fabric gleamed faintly in the low light. When Song Shengyang finally laid him back and lifted the skirt, his fingers came away coated in thick, white semen. He rocked into Pei Siyin’s sensitive spot, smeared the sticky mess on his fingers, and pressed them into Pei Siyin’s mouth with a grin. “Your skirt’s soaked.”

Pei Siyin had no idea how many times he had climaxed. His mind had gone blank. When Song Shengyang’s fingers pushed into his mouth, he simply extended his tongue and licked at the taste. In the dim room, he could barely make out Song Shengyang’s eyes, but he could feel how much more intense his movements had become.

“Mm… softer…”

The sharp rhythm of their bodies colliding filled the room. Amid Pei Siyin’s broken moans and the involuntary tightening of his slick walls, Song Shengyang suddenly pulled out. His cock, red and swollen, bobbed against his thigh as he crawled forward and rubbed the tip against Pei Siyin’s lips.

“Open up,” he commanded.

The swollen head slid along Pei Siyin’s damp lips. Obediently, he parted them, and thick streams of cum spilled onto his tongue. Song Shengyang cradled the back of his head, pushing in just enough to make him swallow. Only after Pei Siyin reflexively gulped did Song Shengyang finally withdraw.