Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 187: NSFW 2
He moaned into the kiss, his hands coming up to fist in Jian Ci’s shirt, holding on as the world tilted.
Jian Ci gentled for a fleeting second, sucking Yu Xi’s lower lip between his own, a soft, wet pull that promised so much more, before letting him go. The sight of his kiss-swollen lips, the heat in his usually guarded eyes, was the most intensely sensual thing Yu Xi had ever witnessed. That was enough teasing.
Yu Xi led the way to the far wing, to the soundproofed room Jian Rui had the foresight to provide. His fingers shook slightly as he pressed the lock panel by the door. The hiss-whirr of the magnetic seal engaging was the last coherent sound he heard.
He turned around. And was slammed back against the reinforced wall, Jian Ci’s body a hard, hungry line against his own. The kiss this time was consuming. It was a wildfire. Yu Xi opened for him, letting Jian Ci devour him, their tongues tangling in a wet, frantic dance.
The injection he had taken, the one that repressed his own latent esper abilities and amplified his guide powers, made his senses sing. Every touch was magnified, every taste exquisite.
He moaned again, the sound swallowed by Jian Ci’s mouth. Jian Ci’s hands were everywhere. He yanked Yu Xi’s jacket down his arms, letting it fall in a heap on the floor without breaking the kiss. His palms smoothed over Yu Xi’s shoulders, down his chest, his touch leaving trails of fire through the thin cotton of his shirt.
Yu Xi broke the kiss, gasping for air. The world had dissolved into a riot of color and desperate need. Yu Xi’s golden threads, manifestations of his esper’s calm and control, were a livewire tangle with the violent, snapping violet of Jian Ci’s unraveling psyche. They weren’t fighting. They were fucking in the air, twisting and pulsing with every ragged breath Yu Xi took. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺
Jian Ci’s mouth was a brand on his neck, a frantic, wordless litany. Teeth scraped, lips sucked, tongue soothed the ache only to bite down again, harder, claiming the flesh over Yu Xi’s frantic pulse.
Yu Xi’s head fell back, a groan ripping from his throat. "Fuck." The pain was a bright, sharp shock that melted instantly into a deep, throbbing heat that pooled low in his belly. He could feel the wet spot Jian Ci was leaving on his skin, a visible mark of this frantic possession.
"Ci-ge ..." Yu Xi gasped, but the name was swallowed as Jian Ci’s lips crashed back onto his, silencing him with a kiss that was all teeth and desperate tongue. It was nothing like their previous, tender explorations. This was raw. This was need. Jian Ci’s hands shoved under Yu Xi’s t-shirt, palms rough and hot as they found his chest. A thumb rubbed hard over one nipple through the thin cotton, then pinched.
Yu Xi arched off the wall they were braced against, a shocked, pleasured cry muffled against Jian Ci’s devouring mouth. "Mm fuck." The sensation was electric, a direct line to his cock, which was already painfully hard and straining against his jeans.
Jian Ci broke the kiss, his violet eyes glassy and unfocused, but burning with a single-minded intensity. He lowered his head, mouth finding Yu Xi’s other nipple through the damp fabric. He bit down, not gently, and Yu Xi’s vision sparked white. He could feel the heat of Jian Ci’s breath, the wetness of his tongue as he laved and sucked, making the cotton translucent, the tight peak of his nipple clearly visible and aching. He was marking him everywhere.
The golden threads around Yu Xi surged brighter, wrapping tighter around the violet tendrils, not to subdue them, but to merge, to ride the chaotic wave. Yu Xi felt like he was being consumed by a firestorm, every nerve ending screaming.
Jian Ci slid down his body, his hands groping and caressing Yu Xi’s sides, his hips, his ass, leaving trails of searing heat through the fabric. He nuzzled his face into Yu Xi’s crotch, the hard line of his cock, and then... he stopped. He looked up.
The sight stole Yu Xi’s breath. Jian Ci, on his knees, face flushed and lips swollen, violet threads writhing around his head like a crazed halo, looked up at Yu Xi with a gaze of pure, unadulterated want. It was a question. A plea. It was as though he was asking, "Let me play with my favorite toy."
Yu Xi’s hand, trembling, buried itself in Jian Ci’s dark hair. He bit his own already-bruised lip, the sting a tiny anchor in the whirlwind. He looked down into those desperate, beautiful eyes and gave a slow, deliberate nod. A smile, shaky but real, touched his lips.
It was all the permission Jian Ci needed. He bent his head back to Yu Xi’s jeans, his eyes never leaving Yu Xi’s face. He grasped the zipper tab between his teeth, the metal clicking softly, and pulled it down with a slow, deliberate drag. The sound was obscenely loud. The look in his eyes was pure, molten heat. Yu Xi swore, his grip tightening in Jian Ci’s hair. "This version of him... fuck... I am addicted."
Freed from the denim, Jian Ci nuzzled him again, this time through the thin fabric of Yu Xi’s black underwear. The soft cotton was no barrier against the hot, insistent pressure of his nose and lips against Yu Xi’s stiff cock. Yu Xi jerked, a full-body shudder wracking him. It was like he was setting him on fire.
Then Jian Ci’s tongue snaked out. A slow, wet, heavy stroke right along the length of him, from root to tip, soaking the fabric. Yu Xi’s cock twitched violently, a fresh bead of precum leaking out to join the dampness. "Ci-ge..." he begged, his voice a broken thing. He wasn’t even sure what he was begging for. To stop, or to never, ever stop.
Jian Ci just watched him, that obsessed gleam in his eye, before hooking his fingers into the waistband of Yu Xi’s underwear and yanking them down. His cock sprang free, fully hard, veins throbbing, the tip glistening.
Jian Ci’s gaze locked onto it like a man starved. He leaned in, so close Yu Xi could feel his warm breath, and then his pink tongue darted out to lick a broad, filthy stripe from the base to the very tip, collecting the drop of precum there.
Yu Xi’s head thumped back against the wall, a choked-off groan escaping him. The feeling was too much. The sight was too much. The hot, wet slide of that tongue on his most sensitive skin...
Before he could form another thought, Jian Ci opened his mouth and took him in. Not just the tip. He swallowed Yu Xi down, deep, his throat working around the head in a tight, wet, unbelievable pressure. Yu Xi’s eyes flew open, a strangled "Fuck!" tearing from his lips.
He moaned into the kiss, his hands coming up to fist in Jian Ci’s shirt, holding on as the world tilted.
