Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 201: NSFW

When Yu Xi returned to the room, he called out casually, "I am going to take a shower."

He didn’t wait for a response. Jian Ci’s dog nose was too sharp. He would pick up the scent of smoke in seconds, and Yu Xi didn’t feel like being interrogated. Jian Ci wouldn’t let it go, not when it came to things that could hurt him. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

The water was hot, the steam thick. Yu Xi scrubbed every trace of smoke from his skin, from his hair, until all that lingered was the familiar scent of amber and vanilla.

He stepped out of the bathroom with a towel slung low around his waist, another in his hand as he dried his hair. The room was dark, the only light spilling in from the narrow passageway. He blinked, adjusting to the dimness.

"Ci?" he called softly.

No answer. He was about to reach for the panel when arms wrapped around him from behind, firm and warm. He froze, heart thudding in his chest.

In front of him, a new bouquet appeared fresh, vibrant, and unmistakably different from the one that he had left in the vase.

There were Moonpetal Blossoms, yes, but also Nightshade Orchids and soft-petaled Windroses. The vase on the desk was empty. These were entirely new. Yu Xi’s breath caught. He was confused but happy at the same time.

He smiled, the kind that bloomed slow and full of warmth. "I love them," he whispered, lifting the bouquet to his nose. The scent was calming and grounding. "Thank you."

Jian Ci didn’t speak. He only hugged him tighter, resting his chin on Yu Xi’s shoulder. His breath was hot against Yu Xi’s ear, steady and close.

Yu Xi raised a hand reaching back and ran his fingers through Jian Ci’s hair, slow and gentle, letting them tangle in the strands. They stood like that for a long moment, wrapped in silence and each other.

Yu Xi could hear the rhythm of Jian Ci’s heartbeat, feel the weight of his presence pressed against his back.

Thinking that Jian Ci must he unwell, he snapped out of it. He turned around placing the flowers on the desk before examining him. This wasn’t the chaotic, psychic storm Yu Xi had learned to brace for.

Jian Ci’s power wasn’t erratic. It was like a still, deep lake. His eyes, usually so guarded, held Yu Xi with a focus so absolute it felt like a physical touch. A possessive, hungry look that stripped Yu Xi bare.

Yu Xi checked his health indicators. They were all perfectly normal. Confusion lanced through him. If this wasn’t a mental collapse then what was it.

Before the thought could finish, Jian Ci approached him. His hands, warm and sure, cupped Yu Xi’s face, fingers sliding back into his hair. There was no tender lead-in, no gentle question. Jian Ci’s mouth crashed down on his, a fierce, claiming kiss that stole Yu Xi’s breath and replaced it with pure, electric fire.

Yu Xi startled, a tiny, sharp gasp swallowed by Jian Ci’s lips and then he melted. His own hands came up, fisting in the dark fabric of Jian Ci’s uniform shirt, pulling him closer. He was more than eager. He was desperate for it. His mouth opened under the demanding pressure, letting Jian Ci’s tongue sweep in, hot and possessive. The taste of him flooded Yu Xi’s senses.

They stumbled back, lips locked, a tangle of limbs and urgent hands until the backs of Yu Xi’s knees hit the bedframe. He fell onto the mattress, Jian Ci following him down, a solid, warm weight that pinned him in the best way. They kissed like that, Yu Xi on his back, Jian Ci braced over him, before Yu Xi hooked a leg around him and rolled, reversing their positions. He straddled Jian Ci’s hips, looking down at that intense, silent face for a wild moment before diving back down to reclaim his mouth.

They were breathing loud, ragged breaths into each other’s mouths, rolling across the narrow dorm bed, sheets twisting around their legs. This was the first time in years they had done it here.

Jian Ci won the silent, heated struggle, rolling Yu Xi beneath him again and settling heavily on his hips. Still, he didn’t speak. His actions were his voice. His hands went to the front of Yu Xi’s uniform shirt. He didn’t bother with the buttons.

He grabbed the placket and tore, the sound shockingly loud in the room. Buttons pinged and rolled across the floor. Cool air hit Yu Xi’s heated skin, followed immediately by the scorching heat of Jian Ci’s palms sliding over his chest.

And then his power swelled. It wasn’t an attack. It was an embrace. A flood of raw, potent psychic energy engulfed Yu Xi, weaving around him, sinking into his skin. It felt like a thousand whispered pleas, a desperate, wordless begging for his guide’s power.

Yu Xi’s power, usually a careful, controlled tool, erupted in response. It wasn’t a stabilization. It was a conflagration. His own energy met Jian Ci’s, twining with it, amplifying it, until the very air between them vibrated.

Yu Xi gasped into the kiss, the feedback loop of sensation making his head spin. ’Fuck, this is...’ He felt like he was floating, burning, utterly consumed. This version of Jian Ci. silent, single-minded, and utterly voracious, was fucking invigorating.

Jian Ci’s mouth left his, trailing searing, open-mouthed kisses down the line of Yu Xi’s jaw. He sucked a spot at the juncture of neck and shoulder, his tongue swirling, before his teeth sank in, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to make Yu Xi cry out, his back bowing off the bed.

"Gege—"

The teeth released followed by a soothing lick. Then Jian Ci was moving lower, kissing and nipping a path down Yu Xi’s collarbone, like a man savoring every inch of a feast laid out just for him. His hot breath gusted over Yu Xi’s nipple, already tight and aching, and Yu Xi shuddered. Then Jian Ci’s mouth closed over it.

Yu Xi groaned, long and low, his fingers spearing into Jian Ci’s dark hair and holding on. "Fuck!"

Jian Ci’s tongue was flat and wet and relentless, laving over the sensitive peak before he drew it deep into the heat of his mouth and sucked. The pull was exquisite, a direct line of pleasure that shot straight to Yu Xi’s cock, which strained painfully against his pants.