Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 192: NSFW 7
"Gege, wha—?"
The question died in his throat, replaced by a sharp, gasping cry as Jian Ci entered him in one long, brutal thrust. There was no preparation, no gentle stretch. Just the immediate, shocking fullness of Jian Ci sheathing himself completely inside him. Yu Xi’s head dropped, a strangled sound tearing from his lips. It was too much, it was overwhelming, it was... perfect.
The pain from the sudden invasion melted instantly into a scorching wave of pure, undiluted pleasure. Jian Ci’s erratic psychic energy wasn’t an attack now. It was a feedback loop, amplifying every sensation, every nerve ending screaming with an awareness Yu Xi had never known. He didn’t bother to restrain his cries. Why would he? Each punishing thrust punched a ragged moan from his lungs.
Jian Ci couldn’t form words. All that escaped him were raw, guttural sounds, hot puffs of breath against the back of Yu Xi’s neck as he set a relentless, deep rhythm. His hands, which had been gripping Yu Xi’s hips, slid up his back, gathering both of Yu Xi’s wrists in one strong fist. He pulled Yu Xi’s arms back, arching his spine, exposing him completely. Jian Ci thrust, long and hard, burying himself to the hilt with a force that made the bedframe creak.
"Fuck," Yu Xi sobbed, the word mangled. "Gege,... ah fuck, yes..."
Then Jian Ci pulled him up, his chest a hot, sweaty wall against Yu Xi’s back. One arm banded around Yu Xi’s chest, holding him upright. The other hand came up, fingers splaying over Yu Xi’s throat. Not squeezing, just holding him possessively. Yu Xi’s breath caught at the intimacy of it, the sheer dominance of the gesture. Jian Ci’s mouth found the juncture of Yu Xi’s shoulder and neck, and he bit down. Not hard enough to break skin, but with a fierce, claiming pressure that sent a jolt of pure heat straight to Yu Xi’s cock.
Jian Ci was fucking him like a beast in rut, each drive of his hips brutal and perfect. And then his other hand, the one not on Yu Xi’s throat, slid down, down, over Yu Xi’s trembling stomach, and wrapped around his leaking, hard cock.
Yu Xi shouted, the sensation too intense. Jian Ci’s hand was calloused, his grip firm and knowing. He stroked Yu Xi in time with his thrusts, a rough, delicious friction that made Yu Xi’s vision blur. He was playing with Yu Xi’s cock like it was his favorite toy, his thumb swiping over the slick head on every upstroke, spreading the wetness down the length.
"You feel... ah ah, you feel so deep," Yu Xi gasped, the dirty talk tumbling out, a stream of consciousness laid bare.
Jian Ci answered with a groan that vibrated through both of them, his thrusts becoming sharper, more focused. He was close. Yu Xi could feel the tension coiling in the body wrapped around him, could hear the ragged edge in those wordless sounds. The hand on Yu Xi’s cock moved faster, a twisting, relentless motion.
It was too much. The dual assault, the deep, pounding penetration and the expert, rough stroking of his cock, shattered Yu Xi’s control. He leaned his head back against Jian Ci’s shoulder, his body bowing as a climax tore through him with violent force. "Gege!" he cried out, his release streaking across the rumpled sheets in hot, pulsing stripes, his whole body seizing, clenching tight around the cock still pistoning inside him.
The feel of Yu Xi coming, so tight and hot around him, tipped Jian Ci over the edge. His groans turned into a roar, a raw, animal sound of release. He drove into Yu Xi one last, final time, grinding deep as he emptied himself, his warmth flooding Yu Xi’s core. The chaotic, lashing energy that had surrounded Jian Ci snapped, then smoothed, then settled into a deep, humming calm. The storm was over.
Jian Ci slumped against him, his weight solid and real. He gently lowered them both to the mattress, his softening cock slipping out. He didn’t let go. He wrapped his arms around Yu Xi from behind, his face buried in the sweaty nape of Yu Xi’s neck. His breathing slowed, deepened. This time, it was the true, profound sleep of exhaustion and peace. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
Yu Xi lay there, spent and trembling, covered in sweat and come, with the solid weight of a contented Jian Ci molded against his back. He reached a shaky hand back, tangling his fingers with Jian Ci’s where they rested on his stomach. A slow, fucked-out smile touched his lips.
***
Jian Ci was fast asleep, limbs tangled in the sheets, his breath soft and even. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his brow smooth for once. Whatever dream he was having, it was a good one, so good that even his usually restless aura had settled into a gentle hum. Then the door creaked open.
"Ah-Ci, get up," Jian Rui called, voice brisk and annoyingly awake.The dream shattered.
Jian Ci groaned, rolled over, and without lifting his head, grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it with surprising accuracy.
Jian Rui ducked just in time, the pillow thudding harmlessly against the doorframe. He took a slow sip of his coffee, unbothered. "Thought you would be in a good mood this morning."
Jian Ci sat up, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. His hair stuck up in every direction, a chaotic halo of soft black strands. He looked like a disgruntled kitten.
"I would have been," he grumbled, voice still thick with sleep. "For your information, I was having a very pleasant dream. And you cut it short."
Jian Rui arched a brow. "What was it about?"
Jian Ci swung his legs off the bed and stood, stretching with a dramatic groan. "I don’t freaking remember now. All thanks to you."
Jian Rui pursed his lips, watching him carefully. "You had an episode yesterday. We gave you the stabilizer."
That was the story they had all agreed on. The truth was far more complicated.
They had told Jian Ci that the stabilizer was a breakthrough derived from Gander’s research. Jian Wei had come up with a stabilizer from that research, a stabilizer capable of suppressing his condition without the need for a guide’s physical presence. It was a lie, but a necessary one. Jian Ci had latched onto the hope like a lifeline.
He wasn’t ready to accept the alternative. He didn’t want to be touched, didn’t want to be dependent. And certainly didn’t want to be told that the only way to survive was to sleep with Alarna without feelings.
