Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 242: NSFW 6

The dream continued.

Heat wrapped around Jian Ci’s limbs like chains. He was stretched out on his own bed, sheets twisted around his hips, but he couldn’t move a muscle. The only sound was the soft drip-drip-drip of water from the half-open bathroom door. Steam curled into the dim room first. Then a shadow.

Yu Xi stepped out, a white towel slung low around his waist. Water droplets traced paths through the fine dusting of hair on his chest, glistening in the faint light. The towel didn’t hide a damn thing. It framed the deep, carved V of his hips, leading the eye down to the knot of fabric and the suggestion of what lay beneath.

His abs were a map of hard planes, each muscle defined and taunting. Jian Ci’s mouth went dry. He told himself, "Don’t look." His own command echoed uselessly in his skull. His eyes were glued.

Yu Xi’s gaze found him immediately. A slow, knowing smile spread across his lips, damp from the shower. His eyes were dark, hooded, and they didn’t stay on Jian Ci’s face for long.

They drifted down, over Jian Ci’s chest, his stomach, and settled unerringly on the blatant tent pitching up the thin fabric of his sleep pants. Jian Ci’s cock throbbed, heavy and aching. He tried to shift, to hide it, but the dream’s paralysis held him fast. He was utterly exposed.

"See something you like, gege?" Yu Xi’s voice was a low, husky purr. He took a step forward. The towel, already perilously loose, slipped another inch. The damp fabric clung to the hard line of his thigh.

Jian Ci’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He was so fucking thirsty. He was parched and the only thing that could quench it was Yu Xi’s mouth, his skin, his sweat. "We... we shouldn’t," Jian Ci stammered, the words brittle. "We are both espers..."

Yu Xi stopped at the foot of the bed. His smile turned wicked. "Doesn’t that make it more exciting?" With one fluid motion, he hooked his thumbs in the towel and let it fall. It pooled on the floor. Jian Ci’s breath caught.

Yu Xi was fully hard. His cock stood thick and proud against his stomach, the head flushed a deep red, already leaking a bead of pre-cum that gleamed. It twitched, as if begging for attention. His thighs were corded with muscle, leading up to a perfect, tight ass. He was a statue of pure, male temptation.

"Since you think you are impotent, let’s put it to the test," Yu Xi murmured, climbing onto the mattress. The heat of his body radiated against Jian Ci’s skin. He knelt beside him, one hand reaching out to stroke Jian Ci’s hair back from his forehead. The touch was gentle, almost tender, but his eyes promised filth. "I promise you, gege. You will be addicted." Jian Ci didn’t have time to think, to process. The dream shifted.

Pop. He was on his knees. The taste of clean skin and salt flooded his mouth. His lips were stretched wide around Yu Xi’s girth, his tongue flattened against the thick vein running along the underside. Yu Xi’s hand was firm on the back of his head, fingers tangled in his hair, not forcing, but guiding him. "Take it deeper, gege. Come on. You can do it."

The command vibrated through Yu Xi’s cock and into Jian Ci’s throat. He gagged, tears springing to his eyes, but he pushed forward. He had thought he would hate the invasion and the loss of control but he was wrong. The hot, silken-steel weight on his tongue, the musky scent of Yu Xi’s skin, the low, approving groan that rumbled above him... it sent a bolt of pure, electric want straight to his own cock. He loved it. He wanted to swallow Yu Xi whole.

He pulled back, saliva stringing from his lips to the shining tip, then plunged down again, taking him deeper. His nose pressed onto the base. He was fucking his own face on Yu Xi’s dick, and it was the most obscenely perfect thing he had ever felt.

"Fuck... look at you." Yu Xi’s voice was strained, breathy. Jian Ci looked up, his vision blurred with tears. Yu Xi was looking down at him, his expression a mix of awe and raw hunger. "You are taking me in so well, gege."

It was a simple, direct and filthy praise. It ignited Jian Ci’s soul. He redoubled his efforts, bobbing his head faster, hollowing his cheeks, sucking hard. He wanted to wring every gasp, every moan from Yu Xi’s lips. He wanted to be good at this.

Yu Xi’s hips began to stutter, pushing forward in short, sharp thrusts. The sounds he made were pure sin, guttural groans, hissed curses, and that name, over and over. "Gege... gege... ah, fuck, gege!" Each one scratched at Jian Ci’s heart, making it itch with a need so profound it was painful.

Pop. The world flipped. Jian Ci was on his back, the sheets now slick beneath him. Yu Xi was straddling his hips, his sweat-slicked back a beautiful arc in the low light. He was riding his dick, sinking down onto him with a slow, torturous roll of his hips that made Jian Ci see stars.

"Is this what you wanted?" Yu Xi gasped, his own cock bouncing, hard and neglected. Sweat dripped from his chin, tracing a path down the center of his chest, over the tight pecs and the two dusky, peaked nipples. "Does my gege’s dick feel good inside me?"

Jian Ci could only grunt, his hands flying to Yu Xi’s waist, gripping the hot skin. It was too much. It was a thousand times more intense than any fantasy.

The tight, wet, clutching heat around his cock was going to make him lose his mind. He snapped his hips up, driving deeper, and Yu Xi cried out, a sharp, sweet sound.

Jian Ci’s thumbs found Yu Xi’s nipples. He pinched one, hard, then rolled it between his fingers while his mouth sought the other. He sucked the tight nub into his mouth, laving it with his tongue, biting down just enough to make Yu Xi shudder and clench around him.

"Gege! Ah, please...!" Yu Xi sobbed, his hands braced on Jian Ci’s chest. His rhythm was falling apart, becoming frantic, desperate.

Jian Ci sat up in one violent motion, wrapping his arms around Yu Xi’s slick torso, crushing their chests together. He claimed Yu Xi’s mouth in a fierce, biting kiss.

Their tongues tangled, fighting for dominance, tasting of each other. Yu Xi mewled into the kiss, his body trembling. The muscles deep inside him began to flutter and squeeze, rhythmic and tight.

Jian Ci was right on the edge. He tore his mouth from Yu Xi’s and buried his face in the sweaty hollow of his neck. "Just like that," he rasped, his voice wrecked. He kissed Yu Xi’s ear, his teeth grazing the lobe. "Don’t stop, baby. Come for me. Squeeze my dick just like that and come."

Then suddenly the dream ended just when it was getting good.