Chapter 33

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Original Title: 挖坟挖出鬼

Genres: Drama, Horror, Mystery, Supernatural, Yaoi

This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

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Chapter 33

His curses and sobs were cut off by Xiao Yu when his cold tongue pushed into his mouth with disciplinary-like roughness and almost crazy possessiveness, deepening the kiss. A whole night of this stifling and domineering ghost left Lin Yan completely enraged. His brain was blank under the effect of alcohol and it left room for Xiao Yu to grab his chin and slip his tongue into his mouth.

The kiss was so intense that he couldn’t even get a breath in. Lin Yan roughly shook his head to shake him off, but the ghost didn’t leave him any room to move, and he held him tightly in his lap to the point that he couldn’t escape. All his emotions were magnified from the alcohol and the tears from his sobs and curses were still on his cheeks, drying into cold streaks.

“Put me down…” After the kiss, Lin Yan sat on his lap and whimpered: “Let go.”

“You’re a fucking jealous husband. I just wanted to hold onto some memories. You owe me! Why should I always have to listen to you? This is my home, my home!”

Xiao Yu looked at the person in his arms dumbfounded. The alcohol stained his cheeks with a flush of redness. He was clearly using all his strength to break free, but his head was softly pillowed on his shoulders. Lin Yan’s face was always cycling through several emotions when he faced him; fear, resistance, gentleness, trust, and even adoration like he was a small animal. But he had never been like this, leaning in his arms like a child, crying and screaming at him.

“Little shrew.” Xiao Yu sighed. He reached under Lin Yan’s knees and moved him to the sofa. Lin Yan wobbled and stood up to leave, but he couldn’t make it two steps before he lost his balance and fell down. He kneeled on the ground and kept nuzzling his head into the cushion.

“You’re the fucking shrew…” Lin Yan murmured, half-conscious. The effects of the alcohol were so strong that he felt his thoughts were getting more and more distorted. He couldn’t even remember what had just happened. In the chaos, he felt a pair of hands holding his waist from behind, a force dragging him back towards the couch.

Lin Yan twisted his body dissatisfiedly. His fingers clung to the sofa cushion, his head arched under the pillow: “Don’t… don’t bother me. I want to sleep. I’ll make you leave if you bother me again…”

“Go back to bed.” Xiao Yu touched Lin Yan’s back, continuing to hook his waist and lift him up. Lin Yan muttered, annoyed, like a lazy couch potato.

“Are you going to kneel here all night?”

Lin Yan hummed. He hugged the cushion and closed his eyes contentedly.

“Get up.” Xiao Yu’s expression changed. He kneeled behind Lin Yan and wrapped his arms around his waist, wrenching his shoulders to pick him up. The feeling of his back being close to someone made Lin Yan feel incredibly at ease, so he continued to lean back, his rear end resting on a hard object. Lin Yan let out a yawn and nuzzled back in a daze.

The arms around his waist tightened, and the person behind him gently trembled. His lips pressed against Lin Yan’s ear, and he slowly sucked on his earlobe. Lin Yan couldn’t suppress a shudder when he reached the most sensitive area. His fingers unconsciously squeezed the sofa tighter. He tried to lean forward to avoid him, but the hardness behind him intensified, and the sound of breathing next to his ears became slightly anxious.

“Are you going to sleep?” Xiao Yu’s voice was faint.

“Yeah…” Lin Yan moaned lowly from his throat. The top few buttons popped open in the scuffle, exposing a large expanse of neck and shoulder. Lin Yan turned his head and pressed the side of his face into the cushion, closing his eyes tightly. His trembling eyelashes in the dark blue nightlight presented a strange charm. His lips were slightly open like they couldn’t stay shut, but also like it was an invitation.

“Xiao Yu …”

The soft exclamation made the person behind him feel like an electric shock had jolted him. He fiercely kissed the nape of Lin Yan’s neck. The hands that were holding his waist moved to his torso to stroke his chest, rubbing the small dots on his chest through the shirt. They were originally flat, you could barely feel the bulge. After repeated stroking, they rigidly popped, pecking at Xiao Yu’s fingers, the slight fiddling forcing a gasp out of Lin Yan. His words were muffled with his panting: “I’m going to sleep… I’m… Don’t touch, don’t touch that…”

“It’s late.” Xiao Yu said coldly. He pushed Lin Yan’s shirt up, their bodies pressed together, teasing the hard nubs on his chest. Lin Yan bit his lip, breathing more and more heavily, twisting his body to try and escape. This position got him more entangled in Xiao Yu’s arms. With a slight movement, he rubbed against the hard object between his hips, and the person behind him pressed him tighter against him as if being stimulated.

“It’s so hot…” Lin Yan’s voice was quiet. Trembling, he stroked the back of Xiao Yu’s hand. He stroked his slender fingers, skimming around his flat, smooth nails. His finger met the edge of his erect nipples, and his whole body shuddered.

“You like to do this yourself? Huh?” Xiao Yu grabbed Lin Yan’s hand. Despite his resistance, he grabbed his fingers and rubbed them into the hard nubs. The other hand pulled off his shirt, exposing his large shoulders and wheat-coloured back. Xiao Yu froze for a moment, then buried his head in Lin Yan’s neck and kissed him.

Lin Yan buried his head in the sofa cushion. Xiao Yu sucked the skin from his ear all the way down to his shoulder blade. A wave of heat rushed to his lower abdomen and his skinny jeans got uncomfortably tight. The feelings in his chest kept growing. Xiao Yu refused to let him go. Lin Yan tried to withdraw his hand several times but was repeatedly blocked, roughly pinching his fingers against the most sensitive area.

“Stop.” The deep sense of shame and unbearable pleasure made Lin Yan cry: “Please, don’t touch that… let go…”

Instinctively, he knew what was happening and immediately sensed the danger. He began to resist, but his so-called resistance was unbearably seductive in Xiao Yu’s eyes. The sucking on his shoulder became more intense. His mind was spinning. Xiao Yu pulled his shoulders so that he leaned against the sofa and sat on the floor. He kissed his lips while rubbing the small dots on his chest.

The movement of his tongue made Lin Yan’s mouth overflow with saliva, Xiao Yu swallowing it up, even the drops that threatened to spill out of the corners of his mouth. The belt on his jeans was pulled off, his underwear was taken off, and Xiao Yu grasped the hardness that was raised and stiff. Lin Yan shook violently. Before he could struggle free, Xiao Yu was already gripping his lower body and began to move up and down.

“Mmm…” Lin Yan bit his lower lip and tried his best to restrain the groan that tried to escape. His delicate face was stained with the image of lust. His whole body felt like it was on fire, uncontrollably dry. His hands clung to Xiao Yu’s neck, twisting and struggling: “What do you want? You…What are you…”

His lower region rose to a purple-red colour. Xiao Yu stopped teasing him and held the pillar with his saliva-coated thumb and circled the slit. The rubbing evoked just the right amount of arousal in Lin Yan’s heart and refused to give way for any comfort. The two of them looked at each other in the darkness. Lin Yan stripped off his faded jeans to reveal his strong legs, his drunken eyes hazy and his lips slightly opened. Each stroke of Xiao Yu’s fingers over his slit elicited a gasp. He rubbed past it and received a disappointed exhale, chest rising and falling, like a water-starved fish.

“What did you say I was doing?” Xiao Yu pulled the outer layer of soft skin down to reveal the sensitive indentation. He leaned down and began to heavily lick it. Lin Yan let out a low groan. Even his eyes began to relax. The painting-like face in front of him, his long and powerful body, the crossed collar wrapped around his neck with ascetic-like calmness and clarity, his cold black hair falling over the back of his hand; how long he endured this? How long had he thought about it? Lin Yan gritted his teeth and gasped. The desire that came pouring out of him eroded him right down to the bones, burning him to ashes like a hellish karmic fire.

“Come on.” Lin Yan took a deep breath. “Come and get it if you can.”

In the darkness, they stared at each other like two swordsmen about to duel. The next second they passionately embraced, madly and intensely kissing each other. Lin Yan pulled down Xiao Yu’s pants and held the huge thing underneath him to get him off. His tongue rushed in his mouth without permission. The two collapsed into a ball amidst the debris that littered the floor.

He stared at his jeans. Two slender and straight legs wrapped around Xiao Yu’s waist and Xiao Yu’s fingers touched his soft entrance. When he was about to expand the entrance, Lin Yan suddenly grabbed his neck and lifted himself up. He drunkenly hung his head to the side and slurred: “Don’t bother.”

“Go straight in.”

“It will hurt. Wait a minute.” Xiao Yu patiently kissed Lin Yan’s face. His fingers moved towards that warm place and Lin Yan ripped his hand away. His voice trembled: “I said no!”

Sensing the surprise from the other person, Lin Yan turned his face and said quietly: “Enter from the back. Don’t let me see it.”

Xiao Yu’s expression went cold. Lin Yan sighed. He moved away from his gaze and slowly kissed his lips, gently sucking with his lower lip, eventually kissing his adam’s apple, whispering: “I really want you. Do it. I can’t wait.”

“It’s my first time. Take it slow.” Lin Yan got up from the ground and staggered onto the sofa. When Xiao Yu followed, he wrapped his arms around the ghost’s waist. He lifted the straight hem and buried his face against his stomach. He slowly licked his stiffness from top to bottom, swallowing it and soothing it with his tongue.

Xiao Yu grabbed Lin Yan’s hair and pushed it into his mouth. When he reached the soft flesh at the back of his throat, he softly called his name. He withdrew and rubbed Lin Yan’s lips, but refused to go back in.

When Xiao Yu brought him up, Lin Yan was shaking like a leaf, but the ghost didn’t have his usual overbearing and tough dominance at all. Instead, he acted gently like he would with a child. While kissing his ear to tantalize Lin Yan’s desire, he parted his ass cheeks a little to enter him.

Even his dulled drunk senses couldn’t mask the pain as Lin Yan broke out in a cold sweat. He clenched his teeth. After the whole thing was inserted, he felt like he was being tortured. He buried his face in the sofa and gasped for breath. The foreign object in his body made Lin Yan feel inexplicably distraught and desperate. The whole city is lit up, but he belongs only to the darkest corner of it. He was like a forgotten steamed bun, left to grow fungus and mould in some alley. He had sex with a ghost in the middle of the clutter-filled room, an absurd sexual encounter that disgusted and overwhelmed him. Lin Yan picked up a rag from the floor and covered his eyes. God knows how much he wanted to touch his lover’s body in all its glory, to claim his kisses while admiring his seductive look.

At least that wasn’t what was happening now. Lin Yan was clutching the cushion in confusion. His shirt was still on, the person ambling behind him was nearly fully clothed. They were just doing animalistic things here, something dark and desolate. Lust truly was the lowest form of pleasure. Lin Yan turned around and touched Xiao Yu’s face. “Move. I’m okay.”

“Tell me if it hurts.” Xiao Yu whispered in his ear.

The lights outside projected into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The rather stylish living room looked like it had been hit by a storm. The coffee table and small bookcase were smashed and overturned. The ground was piled with shredded clothes and scraps of paper. The soft sofa fabric on the middle cushion was still intact, and the darkness echoed with the strange ambiguous sound of dripping water. The slender man in traditional clothing was propped up on the sofa. The man beneath him was resting on his arm, gritting his teeth with every thrust. Each time, it hit that area in exactly the right spot, as if they had already done this many times.

“Feels so good … Xiao Yu, that feels so good …” Lin Yan struggled to climax. His fingers squeezed the sofa cushion like he was trying to wring it out. “I want … a little deeper …” Xiao Yu put his hand to his mouth. Lin Yan eagerly began to suck, five fingers going in and out of his mouth. Then, he licked the back of his hand before interlocking his hand with the other’s saliva-covered one.

The infinite night sucked them in. Pleasure was in the air, their ruinous love like a beautiful dream.

Xiao Yu forcefully picked up Lin Yan’s body from the sofa. He let him lean back in his arms. Along with Xiao Yu’s movements, Lin Yan soothed his front end impatiently until his hand was caught by the ghost, forcing him to take it away. When he took it away, Lin Yan shook his head uncomfortably, but Xiao Yu held the stiffness for him: “I’m coming.” Xiao Yu said: “Close your eyes and scream for me.”

“Xiao Yu …” Lin Yan cried weakly. Was he dead? He must have died alongside this ghost. He was desperate, crazed and overwhelmed. His tight entrance tightly clamped around the large thing that repeatedly thrust in. The two of them entwined together, right until the bitter end.

He doesn’t remember exactly how many times he changed positions overnight or how many times he did it. The last time he had been completely powerless, sticky with sweat and semen. Xiao Yu carried him and threw him onto the bed in the bedroom. Lin Yan curled up in the blanket like a kitten, and Xiao Yu removed all of his clothes. He patiently spread out his limbs, folding his hands across his chest. His muscular legs tightly fit between Lin Yan’s, and he coaxed Lin Yan to sleep like they were a real couple using kisses as loving words. He had drunk too much. Lin Yan leaned back against Xiao Yu’s chest for a while. The dizziness passed, and he slowly lost consciousness.