EL Chapter 29

 (M) Chapter 29 - Consensual

Novel Title: 一屋暗灯 (Ephemeral Light)

Author：麦香鸡呢 (McChicken)

Translator: K (@kin0monogatari)

Protagonists: 宋谨 (Song Jin -MC), 宋星阑 (Song Xinglan -ML)

*Please read at knoxt.space, the original site of translation. TQ*

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Song Jin's initiative was like the most potent catalyst. His hand on Song Xinglan's waist tightened suddenly. Song Xinglan pulled him closer, pressing him against the door as he fiercely licked and nibbled his lips and tongue. He felt Song Jin's body heat and how it softened in his hands. He lifted Song Jin around the waist, kissing him passionately as he carried him to the bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind them. They fell onto the bed together.

The sound of their heavy breathing filled the room. Their heartbeats trembled together. Goosebumps crawled on Song Jin’s neck. He ran his fingers through Song Xinglan's hair, which had grown quite long. It was cool and soft, with a wildness in its uneven length that fit perfectly between his fingers. Song Jin closed his eyes, experiencing everything his other senses could perceive.

The wet kisses descended, and Song Xinglan's hair brushed against Song Jin's chin. Song Jin tilted his head back, gripping Song Xinglan's shoulders, wrinkling his pyjamas. As Song Xinglan kissed and nibbled at Song Jin's collarbone, he reached to take off his own shirt.

The young man's body was broad and firm. Song Jin held onto his naked back, their heartbeats syncing up. Song Jin's eyes felt a bit sour.

He seemed to have confirmed something.

Those wrongs, that hatred, the past losses, the dark pain, the torment, the insults—they should have died with that fateful car accident. Even if forgiveness was still out of reach, they weren't worth imprisoning oneself over.

If there was rebirth in the world, if Song Xinglan could, then so could he.

Song Xinglan's hand moved downward. The edge of the towel caught between his fingers as he pushed it up. His palm was pressing against the base of Song Jin's thigh, a touch both unfamiliar and real. Song Jin tensed his feet, inhaling sharply, feeling a bit lost as he called out, "Song Xinglan."

"What's wrong, Ge?" Song Xinglan lifted his head. His deep black eyes were filled with desire. Yet his expression was concerned and serious. "Are you uncomfortable?"

Shaking his head, Song Jin reached for a jar of Vaseline on the bedside table. "You need this."

He wasn't sure if this would work. His only sexual experience was with the roughness and pain of the Song Xinglan from three years ago. Besides Song Xinglan's deliberate torment, insufficient lubrication was also a factor. If he had to do this today, Song Jin hoped it wouldn't be as painful.

Song Xinglan stared at the jar for a few seconds. He then took it and opened it. He scooped out some with his index finger, then pulled apart the towel beneath Song Jin, applying the gel behind him. Lowering his head to kiss him, he said, "Ge, you tell me what to do. I'll follow your lead."

"You..." Song Jin felt a bit embarrassed as he bit his lip. "Don't put it in yet. Go slowly."

Song Xinglan nodded obediently, kissing him while gently pressing at the entrance of Song Jin’s asshole. His fingertip occasionally probed a bit, feeling Song Jin's tension. He pressed even more carefully.

"Ge..." Song Xinglan was patient in his effort for expansion. But he hummed a few times, sounding a bit aggrieved. "I'm uncomfortable down here."

Song Jin's face flushed deeply. He hesitated, then asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"Touch me," Song Xinglan whispered against his lips. "Ge, touch me there."

Song Jin was almost at a loss. His hand barely reached down before he recoiled as if shocked, his eyes reddening. "I..."

Song Xinglan grasped Song Jin's hand and guided it down. It was as if, between the two of them, Song Jin was the one with no knowledge of the world. "Ge, put your hand in. Hold it."

Song Jin closed his eyes, tugging at Song Xinglan's pyjamas to pull them down. He slowly inserted his hand.

It was hot. That was the only sensation he could perceive. Song Xinglan's fingers were slowly entering behind him, and Song Jin gripped the burning and hard dick. All the feelings were very unfamiliar to him. He suddenly felt a bit scared, more so lost, not knowing what he was doing.

He wanted to open his eyes, to call it off.

But before he could lift his eyelids, Song Xinglan bent down and kissed his eyes. Song Jin heard him say, "Ge, I love you. I love you the most."

"You tell me if you're uncomfortable, okay? If you're sad, tell me too, alright?"

Song Jin fluttered his eyelashes and said softly, "I'm not sad. I'm just a little scared."

Song Xinglan kissed his face again and said, "Ge, look at me."

Song Jin opened his eyes and looked into a pair of dark and reddened pupils.

Song Xinglan said, "Ge, I think your eyes are very beautiful. So I don't like to see them cry. I think you are also very beautiful. So I don't like to see you sad. I want to know what you're thinking. I want to do things that make you happy."

He looked completely sensual yet innocent, stirring sticky sounds underneath Song Jin. His eyes were red and pitiful as he confessed, "I like you too much, Ge. So I can't help but want to hug and kiss you. I also want you to like me..."

Song Jin pursed his lips and suddenly reached out to touch the scar on his chest.

"Do you know how this scar came about?" Song Jin asked him.

Song Xinglan shook his head.

"It was me, three years ago. I stabbed you here," Song Jin said.

"You?" Song Xinglan's two fingers, which had been moving in and out of Song Jin's asshole, stopped instantly. He asked again, "Ge, was it you?"

Song Jin was suddenly calm. He nodded.

He thought Song Xinglan would be scared, confused, or ask why. But to his surprise, Song Xinglan blinked twice and started crying.

"I knew it... I knew it..." He buried his head in Song Jin's neck and cried, "It must have been me doing something wrong. But I've forgotten... Ge, was I very bad before?"

"I'm sorry... Ge..."

Song Jin was stunned for a while before he gently patted his head and said, "Stop crying."

"Ge, please don't forgive me," Song Xinglan choked, "I'm afraid you'll be too good to me. And one day, I'll take advantage of you and do bad things to you."

"Okay. Stop crying," Song Jin paused, then said, "Can your fingers..."

He meant that if he didn't want to continue, he should take his fingers out. However, Song Xinglan, still crying, moved his fingers, and almost accidentally pressed them on Song Jin's sensitive spot.

The momentary pleasure was like an electric current. It was sudden and clear. Song Jin grabbed Song Xinglan's shoulder tightly, tilted his head back, and let out a loud cry.

Feeling Song Jin's reaction, Song Xinglan lifted his head. His voice was nasal from crying as he asked, "Ge, does it feel good here?"

After asking, he pressed at the spot again. Song Jin was overwhelmed by the consecutive strong sensations and struggled to catch his breath. He called out in panic, "Xinglan..."

Looking down, Song Xinglan said, "Ge, it seems to be wet. Can I put it in?"

Song Jin just wanted to beg him not to press there anymore. He nodded randomly and said, "Be gentle..."

Song Xinglan kissed his face, then pulled down his underwear and slowly squeezed his dick into his brother’s asshole. The wet and tight entrance made it difficult for him to completely enter. But there was an undeniable enthusiasm in the sight. Gasping for air, with red eyes and nose, Song Xinglan looked at Song Jin and began to speak without reservation, "Ge, it's so tight... It feels like you're slowly devouring me."

Song Jin, feeling embarrassed, raised his hand to cover his eyes and said through gritted teeth, "Shut up."

But Song Xinglan couldn't keep his mouth shut. He was practically giving a live commentary.

"Really. You're eating me up, bit by bit."

"You’re all wet. it's so hot."

"It's too tight. I can't take it."

"Ge, do you want to touch it? It's all wet."

...

Song Jin couldn't take it anymore. He put down his hand, blushing, and glared at him. "Are you done yet?"

But Song Xinglan's tactic was clearly effective. Song Jin was too preoccupied with the embarrassment of his dirty talk to be as sensitive to the pain below him. By the time Song Xinglan stopped talking, his dick was almost completely buried inside.

"Does it hurt?" Song Xinglan touched the corner of Song Jin's eye and asked.

"It hurts." Song Jin held on to his neck, resting his forehead on his shoulder. He said, "Be gentle."

"Okay." Song Xinglan kissed his earlobe and began to thrust slowly.

Sex is probably a human instinct. Song Xinglan pressed Song Jin's neck to bring him closer while his hard and hot dick was thrusting into the depths of his brother’s asshole. Because of ample expansion, Song Xinglan's movements were restrained. So Song Jin hardly felt much pain. The physical and psychological tension began to ease. He grabbed Song Xinglan's hair. His moans escaped in small, fragmented gasps from his nose. Unable to resist, he rubbed his legs against Song Xinglan's waist.

It was fine when he didn't rub. But as soon as he did, Song Xinglan's breathing hitched. Song Jin felt something inside him seem to swell another notch. Before he could warn Song Xinglan to calm down, he was fucked so hard that his back arched, almost making him crying out loud.

"Sorry, Ge," Song Xinglan gasped harder than him as he thrusted uncontrollably and tried to justify himself, "You were the one rubbing me like that. I couldn't resist."

Song Jin weakly held on to his neck. Tears were welling up in the corners of his eyes. "And you blame me... Are you a dog?"

"I am a dog." Song Xinglan kissed Song Jin's neck as he fucked fiercely below. The alternating waves of pleasure made his speech incoherent, "You're so hot inside... so tight. Ge, it's eating me up."

Song Jin's expression was a bit absent, flushed and tearful. A blush was spreading over his face, neck, and chest, giving his usually delicate and clean face a hint of allure. He breathed rapidly for a while, barely managing to say, "Slow down..."

The tone was soft and whiny, sounding like a coquettish plea. Song Xinglan felt like he was going crazy. Every part of him was ecstatic, every part was comfortable. There was something screaming to burst out from inside his body. It struggled to emerge. He could only exert force towards the most pleasurable spot, grazing over Song Jin's sensitive point again and again, rendering the person beneath him trembling all over. He turned Song Jin on the brink of climax, feeling like crying without tears, only left with a broken voice and scattered gaze.

As Song Jin approached climax, his asshole clenched even tighter. Song Xinglan, unwilling to give up the pleasure of fucking, was also squeezed until his lower abdomen tingled. Song Jin moaned and so did he. He sobbed as he kissed Song Jin's lips, saying, "Ge, please don't squeeze. I can't take it anymore. Please..."

"It feels so good... Ge, can I cum inside..."

Song Jin's mind was buzzing, unable to hear what his brother was saying anymore. His fingers sank deeply into Song Xinglan's shoulders. As the final moment approached, Song Jin threw his head back and screamed from pleasure. Tears streamed down from the corners of his eyes. Almost simultaneously, Song Xinglan also climaxed. Since Song Jin didn't say he couldn't, he came inside Song Jin without hesitation.

Both of them hugged each other while panting. Song Jin’s body was still trembling. Song Xinglan buried his face in his neck, crying along with him.

Coming back to his senses slightly, Song Jin sniffed and asked hoarsely, "Why are you crying?"

"Afterglow," Song Xinglan choked out. "It feels so good."

Song Jin bit his lip and pushed his shoulder. "Take it out."

"Take it out where?" Song Xinglan asked.

Song Jin, with his face red, gritted his teeth. "I told you to pull out."

"Can't we do it again?" Song Xinglan asked shamelessly.

And so they did it again.

After three times of fucking, Song Jin refused to be fucked again. He struggled to get out of bed to take a shower. However, as soon as his feet touched the ground, his legs went weak, almost kneeling down. In the end, Song Xinglan lifted him up and took him to the bathroom to shower together.

Song Xinglan looked at the semen that slipped from between Song Jin's thighs and asked, "Is it all mine?"

"Is it someone else's?" Song Jin glared at him.

Back in bed, Song Jin closed his eyes as soon as his head touched the pillow. Song Xinglan lay beside him, babbling about random things. They were mostly dirty talk or empty confessions.

Song Jin was really tired. He only responded to him intermittently. Finally, after a few seconds of silence, Song Xinglan said, "Ge, I want to do it again."

Song Jin pulled the blanket over his head and ignored him.

Song Xinglan persisted and eventually, through a combination of coaxing and teasing, managed to convince Song Jin to let him sleep in the same bed. He held Song Jin in his arms, kissed his hair, and said, "Ge, good night."

Song Jin didn't say anything. He just rubbed his head against Song Xinglan's chest.

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*Translator’s Note: It was finally consensual. *sigh*. -K

Read full story at: https://knoxt.space/ephemeral-light/

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