Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 190: NFSW 5

A groan ripped from Jian Ci’s throat. But his eyes were fixed on the small bottle Yu Xi had set aside.

Without a word, Jian Ci snatched it up. He had watched Yu Xi do this so many times, and now a fierce, possessive need took over. He wanted to open Yu Xi up. He wanted to feel that tight heat give way for him.

"What are you—" Yu Xi started, but the question died as Jian Ci squeezed a generous pool of cool gel onto his own fingers.

Jian Ci’s gaze locked with his, violet eyes burning with intent. Yu Xi’s eyes went wide, then dark with lust as he braced his hands on Jian Ci’s chest, his body going pliant. "Why the hell am I getting embarrassed for?" he said. Jian Ci wouldn’t remember anyway. "Do it for me, gege."

Jian Ci’s slick hand slid between Yu Xi’s cheeks. He found the puckered entrance, circling it slowly, feeling Yu Xi tremble in his arms. Then, with a firm, steady pressure, he pushed one finger inside.

Yu Xi gasped, a sharp, sweet sound. His head fell back, his fingers sinking into Jian Ci’s shoulders hard enough to leave marks. "Ci-ge..."

Jian Ci growled, kissing him again, swallowing his gasps. He worked his finger in to the knuckle, feeling the incredible, clenching heat. He curled it, searching, and Yu Xi cried out into his mouth when he found the spot.

"Right there, fuck, right there!" Yu Xi moaned, his hips beginning to move, fucking himself back on Jian Ci’s finger.

Jian Ci added a second, stretching him, the wet slide of the lube obscenely loud in the room. He scissored his fingers, crooking them, relentless in his focus on that bundle of nerves that made Yu Xi see stars. Yu Xi was panting, a litany of "yes" and "more" falling from his lips between deep, ravishing kisses.

When Jian Ci pushed in a third finger, Yu Xi shook, his cock, hard and dripping precum onto Jian Ci’s stomach, twitching violently. "Enough," Yu Xi rasped, his control shattering. "I need you in me."

He pushed Jian Ci’s hand away and rose up on his knees. He took Jian Ci’s sheathed cock in hand, guiding the broad, slick head to his entrance. Jian Ci’s hands gripped Yu Xi’s waist, his knuckles white.

Yu Xi looked down, their eyes holding. Then he sank down.

The stretch was exquisite, a burning, perfect fullness that stole Yu Xi’s breath. He took it slowly, letting his body adjust to the magnificent invasion, inch by incredible inch, until he was fully seated, Jian Ci buried to the hilt inside him.

A broken groan tore from Jian Ci’s chest.

Violet energy, chaotic and violent, crackled from his skin, meeting the shimmering, cooler light of Yu Xi’s own power in the air between them.

Yu Xi could only gasp, the sensation overwhelming. He was so full, so stretched, every nerve ending screaming with pleasure. He leaned forward, his hands on Jian Ci’s chest for balance, and began to move.

He rose up, almost letting Jian Ci slip out, then drove back down, taking him deep. A sharp cry of pleasure escaped him.

Yu Xi was moving in a perfect and desperate rhythm, taking every fucking inch. His shoulder-length hair clung to his sweaty temples, partially hiding a face wrecked with pleasure. His eyes were glassy, tears clinging to his dark lashes.

The simple silver pendant around his neck bounced with every hard, downward stroke, a tiny, frantic metronome to their fucking. Beneath it, Yu Xi’s own cock stood hard and flushed, a bead of clear precum welling at the tip with each bounce.

Jian Ci’s gaze dragged down Yu Xi’s body. The play of muscle under sweat-slicked skin was a masterpiece. He let his hands slide up, mapping the terrain. The firm plane of Yu Xi’s stomach, the subtle ridges of his abs tightening with the effort of his movements. Higher, over the smooth expanse of his chest.

His nipples were tight, dark peaks begging for attention.

Jian Ci’s thumbs brushed over them, once, twice, a feather-light torment.

Yu Xi’s breath hitched, a sharp, sweet sound. He arched his back, pressing his chest more firmly into Jian Ci’s hands, a silent, beautiful plea.

He pinched both nubs between his fingers, rolling them, applying just enough pressure to make Yu Xi cry out.

"Ah gege..., don’t stop." Yu Xi’s voice was a wrecked whisper. He drove himself down harder, his body clenching around Jian Ci’s length in a vice-like spasm. The sensation ripped another guttural sound from Jian Ci’s chest.

Yu Xi’s rhythm became more purposeful, more sinful. He rose up, letting the swollen head of Jian Ci’s cock push almost entirely out of that clutching heat, the cool air a shock against the wetness, before slamming back down, sheathing him to the root in one smooth, deep plunge. Jian Ci saw was consumed by the immense pleasure.

Then Yu Xi grabbed his wrist. He brought Jian Ci’s rain-wet, violet-tinged fingers to his own parted lips. His tongue, pink and hot, darted out, licking a stripe across Jian Ci’s knuckles before taking two fingers into his mouth.

The heat was different here, soft and wet and deliberate. Yu Xi’s tongue curled around the digits, sucking, his eyes locked on Jian Ci’s. The obscene sight, the feel of that clever tongue, sent a jolt of pure lust straight to Jian Ci’s cock. It thickened, pulsed, stretching Yu Xi even wider.

Yu Xi released the fingers with a soft pop, a string of saliva connecting his lip to Jian Ci’s skin. He guided Jian Ci’s hand again, this time placing his broad palm against the column of his own throat.

The message was clear. The trust was absolute.

Jian Ci’s fingers curled, not squeezing, just holding. Yu Xi began to move again, one hand braced on Jian Ci’s shoulder, the other trailing down his own stomach to wrap around his leaking cock. Their eyes held. The violet and silver energy in the room swirled tighter, a visible manifestation of the feedback loop between them, pleasure feeding power feeding pleasure.

Yu Xi moaned, the sound loud and unfiltered. "I can feel you... everywhere. You are so big. You are splitting me open, ah ah ah fuck... mm." His gasps grew sharper, shallower. "Ah fuck... I’m gonna... gege, I’m gonna—"

His body went taut, a bowstring pulled to its limit. Muscles in his stomach and thighs stood out in sharp relief. A broken cry tore from his lips as his cock jerked, shooting thick, white stripes of cum across Jian Ci’s abdomen and chest.