Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 243: NSFW 7

The first thing Yu Xi felt was the weight, the heat, the firmness of an arm wrapped around his waist, pinning him gently to the mattress. He didn’t need to look. He knew the shape of that forearm, the scent of that skin.

Jian Ci was asleep, his breathing a slow, even rhythm against the back of Yu Xi’s neck. Yu Xi smiled into his pillow. He whispered calling Jian Ci, a breath lost to the quiet room. "Gege."

In his sleep, Jian Ci shuffled closer. His arm tightened, pulling Yu Xi back against the solid plane of his chest. Jian Ci’s lips came to rest just behind Yu Xi’s ear, and every warm exhale sent a cascade of shivers straight down Yu Xi’s spine. It was an accident, a sleepy reflex, but it made Yu Xi’s stomach flip.

He reached down, his fingers seeking, and found Jian Ci’s hand where it rested on his stomach. He laced their fingers together, squeezing once. Contentment, warm and syrupy, pulled him back to sleep.

***

Morning came with a different kind of heat. Jian Ci woke in stages, his mind foggy with sleep. The first thing he registered was comfort, the soft pillow, the familiar scent of vanilla and amber. The second was a delicious, building pressure in his groin.

He was hard, achingly so, his cock straining against the soft cotton of his sleep pants. Still half-dreaming, he shifted, seeking friction. His hips rolled forward, and he rubbed his rigid length against something wonderfully firm and warm. It was someone’s back.

The reality crashed into his sleep-addled brain like a bucket of ice water. Yu Xi’s back. ’Shit.’

He froze. Every muscle in his body locked. He was in Yu Xi’s bed. How? The last thing he remembered was in his own bed. And now he was here, rock hard, grinding against his... against Yu Xi.

’Fuck!’ Internal panic screamed through his veins. He had to move before Yu Xi woke up. With excruciating slowness, he began to withdraw his arm from around Yu Xi’s waist.

His fingers were just peeling away from Yu Xi’s stomach when Yu Xi mumbled something, a soft, sleep-thickened noise. Jian Ci’s hand stopped mid-air. He held his breath, his heart hammering against his ribs.

As if to mock his terror, his dick gave a painful, insistent throb. It was getting harder, impossibly so, just from that single moment of contact, from the knowledge of whose body he was pressed against.

’Fuck, fuck, fuck,’ he let out a string of curses in his mind.

Yu Xi settled, his breathing deepening again. Jian Ci let out the breath he was holding in a silent, strained stream. He pursed his lips, his mind a riot. Carefully, like he was disarming a bomb, he extracted himself from the bed.

The cool air of the room hit his overheated skin as he stood, his erection making a blatant tent in his pants. He didn’t dare look back. He padded quickly to the bathroom and slid the door shut with a soft, final click. Yu Xi slept on, hearing nothing.

Inside the bathroom, Jian Ci leaned back against the cool wood of the door. He was breathing heavily, as if he’d just run a sprint. He pushed a hand through his disheveled hair, gripping the strands.

’I have lost my fucking mind.’ The thought was clear, sharp. He didn’t just find Yu Xi attractive. He wanted him. He wanted to fuck him. The desire was a physical ache, a hunger that lived in his gut and his cock.

He looked down. The front of his pants was visibly damp with a small, dark patch of precum. His cock was a thick, angry line, the head straining against the fabric. It wasn’t going away. He knew this was a problem only one thing would solve. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

With jerky movements, he stripped his clothes off. He tossed his pants aside, then went to pull his shirt over his head. As he reached for the laundry bin, his eyes caught on a crumpled bundle of white fabric in the laundry bin. It was Yu Xi’s shirt. The one he had worn last night before changing for bed.

Jian Ci stopped. A wave of something hot and desperate washed over him. The urge was immediate, overpowering. He bent down and picked it up. The soft cloth was cool in his hands. He brought it to his face. He inhaled like pervert. "Oh, god," he whispered with content look in his eyes.

It was his scent, but more. The vanilla and amber from their shared detergent was there, a clean base. But woven through it was Yu Xi’s unique essence something warm, a little musky, utterly intoxicating.

Jian Ci’s eyes fluttered shut. His whole body reacted, a jolt of pure, undiluted lust shooting straight to his already-throbbing cock. He was like a man dying of thirst who had just found an oasis.

One hand held the shirt to his nose, breathing it in deeply, drowning in it. His other hand slid down his own bare stomach. His fingers slipped past the waistband of his underwear, wrapping around his heated flesh.

"Fuck." He was so hard it was almost painful. His fingers closed into a firm grip. He started to stroke, a slow, tight pull from root to tip. In his mind, he wasn’t in a bathroom. He was back in that bed just like in the dream.

Yu Xi was on top, riding him, his face flushed with pleasure, his eyes dark and wanting. Jian Ci could almost feel the hot, tight clutch of Yu Xi’s body around his cock, could almost hear the soft, desperate sounds Yu Xi would make.

The image was too much. Jian Ci bit down hard on his lower lip, trying to trap the groan that wanted to escape. A rough, choked sound got out anyway.

His hips began to jerk forward into his fist, his strokes turning faster, more frantic. The scent of Yu Xi filled his lungs, his head, his whole fucking world. His balls drew up tight.

"Yu Xi..." The name was a whisper, torn from him, ragged and raw.

That did it. The confession, the fantasy, the scent. Pleasure detonated at the base of his spine and rocketed through him. His back arched off the door, his muscles locking.

His cock pulsed violently in his hand, and thick, hot streaks of cum shot out, landing on the white cloth of the shirt still pressed to his face. Wave after wave of blinding, mind-numbing release rolled through him, leaving him shuddering and weak.

For a few seconds, there was only blissful emptiness then, the haze cleared.

He looked down. The evidence was stark, obscene. White streaks marred the soft white fabric of Yu Xi’s shirt. Panic, cold and sharp, replaced the afterglow. "Ah what the... I am an Idiot. Fucking idiot", he admonished himself.

He had to clean it fast. He stumbled into the shower stall, clutching the ruined shirt. He turned the water on, cool at first, then warm. He stood under the spray, the shirt in his hands, rubbing the fabric together under the stream, scrubbing at the stains with his thumb until they were gone, washed down the drain.

He would have to sneak it into the laundry later, make sure it was dry. Otherwise... otherwise, Yu Xi would know. He would find out his dirty little secret.