Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 272: NSFW

"Is he okay?" Jian Rui asked, his voice sharp with urgency.

Yu Xi opened his mouth to answer, but Jian Ci, unhappy with being ignored, pressed closer. Like a massive dog desperate for its owner’s attention, he nuzzled against Yu Xi’s neck, arms wrapped tightly around him.

Yu Xi tilted his head away slightly, trying to maintain composure. "He is fine. I managed to calm him down."

But Jian Ci only grew more unscrupulous, nuzzling lower, his hot breath grazing Yu Xi’s skin beneath his shirt.

Yu Xi: "..."

"Stop it," Yu Xi muttered, his voice strained. Jian Ci paused but didn’t retreat. Instead, he leaned closer, his face inches away.

"I will take him to the condo," Yu Xi said firmly, trying to keep his voice steady.

"Alright," Jian Rui replied. "If he escalates, there are represents in the medic kit in the lounge."

"Got it, I wi—" Yu Xi’s words faltered, cut off as Jian Ci suddenly kissed him. The impatience in Jian Ci’s touch was raw, desperate, as though Yu Xi might vanish if he didn’t claim him now.

Yu Xi tried to speak, breathless. "I have to—" But his voice died away, the call ending abruptly.

On the other end, Jian Rui stared at the blank screen. "...."

Jian Wei glanced over. "What did he say?"

Jian Rui rubbed his temple. "I am starting to think Ah-Ci was a dog in his past life."

Jian Wei’s brow arched. "???"

Xiaobao sighed dramatically, folding her arms. "More like a beast. Honestly, I feel sorry for my brother."

Jian Wei blinked, baffled, while Jian Rui muttered something under his breath.

***

The air in the hovercar was thick, charged, crackling with the raw, unfiltered energy of Jian Ci’s psychic collapse. His violet aura wasn’t a gentle glow. It was a storm, a physical pressure that filled the cabin, pressing Yu Xi back into the plush leather seat. It wasn’t a request. It was a desperate and wordless plea.

Jian Ci’s mouth found Yu Xi’s with a frantic, wet smack, lips parting instantly. There was no finesse, only a deep, consuming hunger. Yu Xi groaned into the kiss, his own golden power surging up to meet the violet chaos, not to fight it, but to tangle with it, to weave a stabilizing net around Jian Ci’s fracturing mind. The kiss was all tongue and heat, the slick sound of their mouths working together loud in the enclosed space.

Jian Ci’s hands were everywhere. One cupped Yu Xi’s jaw, holding him in place for the devouring kiss, while the other roamed down his chest, fingers splaying, groping through the thin fabric of his shirt.

His breathing was a ragged, hot puff against Yu Xi’s skin, each exhale a shudder. He broke from the kiss only to bury his face in the curve of Yu Xi’s neck, his lips and teeth finding the sensitive skin there. He sucked, hard, and Yu Xi’s head fell back, a low groan tearing from his throat.

"Fuck, Ci-ge," Yu Xi breathed, his fingers threading into the other man’s dark hair.

Jian Ci couldn’t answer. In this state, language was beyond him, lost to the psychic static and the overwhelming physical need.

His actions were his only voice. His hand slid under Yu Xi’s shirt, his palm hot and slightly rough as it skated over the taut plane of Yu Xi’s stomach.

His fingers sank into the firm muscle of Yu Xi’s abs, pressing and marking him. He made a raw, hungry sound against Yu Xi’s neck, his hips grinding down instinctively, the hard line of his erection pressing insistently against Yu Xi’s thigh through their clothes.

The need was a live wire between them. Jian Ci’s fingers found the hem of Yu Xi’s shirt and gathered the material in a fist, the intent to tear it away clear in the tension of his arm. That’s when Yu Xi’s hand closed over his wrist, firm but not harsh.

"Not here," Yu Xi said, his voice a strained whisper against Jian Ci’s temple. "Wait. Just wait."

Jian Ci stilled. A tremor went through him, a visible fight for control. He listened, the violent urge receding, but the desperate need did not. He went limp for a second, then collapsed heavily against Yu Xi, his full weight a warm, solid pressure.

His mouth found Yu Xi’s again, this kiss slower, deeper, a messy exploration of tongue and teeth that spoke of gratitude and unbearable want. Yu Xi’s fingers tightened in Jian Ci’s hair, holding his head down, deepening the kiss until they were both breathless, until the hovercar’s gentle descent and soft landing barely registered.

"Get up," Yu Xi murmured against his lips, giving his hair a gentle tug. "Come on."

Jian Ci obeyed, pulling back. His clothes were a dishevelled mess, his shirt untucked and wrinkled, his hair wild. Yu Xi’s hands, steady where Jian Ci’s trembled, reached up to fix his collar, to smooth the fabric over his shoulders with a tenderness that belied the fire in his own golden eyes. Jian Ci watched him, his violet gaze hazy but focused.

Then, with a care so profound it was almost reverent, Jian Ci reached out. His fingers, which had just been groping and claiming, now gently brushed Yu Xi’s tousled hair back into place. He straightened Yu Xi’s shirt with slow, precise movements, as if handling something infinitely precious.

They stepped out into the cool, concrete silence of the underground parking. The walk to the private elevator was charged, a silent countdown. The doors slid shut with a soft hiss, enclosing them in mirrored walls and sterile light. It was all the invitation Jian Ci needed.

In one fluid motion, he spun Yu Xi, pressing him back against the cool metal wall. His body pinned Yu Xi in place, and his mouth crashed down again. This kiss was different from the desperate ones in the car. It was hard, purposeful and all consuming.

Jian Ci’s tongue pushed past Yu Xi’s lips, claiming his mouth with a fierce ownership that made Yu Xi’s knees weak. Yu Xi met him thrust for thrust, his hands coming up to clutch at Jian Ci’s back, nails digging into the fabric.

The elevator ascended, but they were lost in the ascent of their own making. Jian Ci’s hands were at Yu Xi’s waist, then under his shirt again, rucking it up. Yu Xi broke the kiss, gasping, "Yes, fuck... get it off," and helped, pulling the shirt over his head.

Jian Ci’s followed, discarded in a heap on the polished floor. The sight of Jian Ci’s bare chest, heaving, the play of muscle under smooth skin, drew a hungry sound from Yu Xi. He leaned in, biting at Jian Ci’s lower lip before kissing him again, deep and wet.

AN: One more Chapter is coming in an hour. Happy reading!