Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 275: NSFW 4

Yu Xi moaned, low in his throat, and gave in. The kiss deepened, turned filthy, a wet, open-mouthed clash of teeth and tongue. He could taste the metallic edge of psychic overload on Jian Ci’s breath, and it only made him kiss harder, deeper, trying to swallow the storm.

Jian Ci’s hands moved. One stayed locked on Yu Xi’s hip, the other slid down, palm rough against the curve of Yu Xi’s ass. Yu Xi felt the cool slickness of lubricant a second before Jian Ci’s finger found that tight spot. He gasped into the kiss, his body jolting.

Jian Ci’s finger circled that tight, furled muscle, the motion slow, deliberate and maddening. The lubricant made everything slippery, easy. The pad of his finger pressed, just a little, and Yu Xi’s back bowed, a soft, muffled moan escaping into Jian Ci’s mouth.

Then Jian Ci pushed in. A single finger, sinking into that impossibly warm, tight channel. Yu Xi shuddered, his own psychic energy flaring gold, wrapping around Jian Ci’s wrist, amplifying the sensation tenfold. It wasn’t just a finger, it was a current. Jian Ci’s psychic power, focused and raw, rode along that digit, sparking inside him, lighting up nerves Yu Xi didn’t know he had.

He cried out, the sound swallowed by their kiss. Jian Ci worked his finger, in and out, a slow, fucking piston, and then added a second. The stretch burned, then melted into a deep, aching pleasure. Yu Xi clenched around the intrusion, muscles spasming, and the psychic feedback loop between them tightened, a live wire of shared sensation.

Yu Xi was lost in it, drowning in the dual assault of physical and psychic penetration. He was so blissed out, head thrown back, neck exposed, that he didn’t register the shift until he felt the blunt, insistent pressure of Jian Ci’s cockhead nudging against his loosened entrance. Jian Ci had maneuvered him, guided him, all without breaking their kiss.

Yu Xi leaned back, his spine forming a beautiful, desperate arch, his chest pressing flush against Jian Ci’s. Jian Ci’s mouth left his and attacked his throat. He kissed, he sucked and bit, not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to brand.

Hickeys bloomed on Yu Xi’s neck and collarbone, dark purple claims in the dim light. Each suck sent a jolt straight to Yu Xi’s cock, which wept steadily against his own stomach.

Then Jian Ci thrust up.

He sheathed himself in one slow, deep and perfect slide. Yu Xi’s vision whited out. The fullness was unreal, stretching him wide, filling him up in a way that went beyond physical. Their psychic powers, already tangled, now fused completely at the point of their joining. Every nerve ending in Yu Xi’s body was a live coal. Jian Ci couldn’t speak, but his breath came in ragged, hungry groans against Yu Xi’s throat. Each exhale was a prayer. Each thrust up into Yu Xi’s heat was the answer.

He set a rhythm, deep and slow, each drag of his cock inside Yu Xi’s tight channel sending shockwaves through them both. Yu Xi could feel everything, the vein pulsing along the underside of Jian Ci’s length, the way his balls tightened, the raw, untamed need in every psychic pulse that battered against Yu Xi’s golden shields.

It wasn’t enough. The slow, deep fucking was driving Yu Xi insane. He needed more. He needed control.

With a grunt, Yu Xi shoved Jian Ci back down onto the mattress. He braced his hands on Jian Ci’s sweat-slick chest and began to ride him.

He moved with frantic, enthusiastic abandon, bouncing on Jian Ci’s cock, taking him so deep he saw stars. The angle changed, and the head of Jian Ci’s dick dragged over his prostate with every single downward plunge. Yu Xi shouted, the sound raw and broken.

The pleasure was magnified, amplified through their psychic bond until it was a feedback loop of pure, unadulterated sensation. He was being fucked stupid, mind and body, by the cock inside him and the power wrapped around his soul.

Jian Ci’s hands rose to Yu Xi’s chest, thumbs brushing over his peaked nipples, then down to stroke Yu Xi’s leaking cock in time with his punishing rides. The dual stimulation was too much. The coil in Yu Xi’s gut wound tighter and tighter, pulled taut by Jian Ci’s thrusts, his hand, his mind.

"Gege... fuck... I am gonna..." Yu Xi choked out, his rhythm becoming erratic, desperate. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

The climax hit him like a psychic blast. It ripped through him, wringing a broken cry from his throat as his cock jerked, spurt after hot, thick spurt of cum shooting out to stripe Jian Ci’s abs and chest.

His ass clenched viciously around Jian Ci’s still-pumping cock, milking him through the waves of his own orgasm, the sensations blurring into one endless, blinding peak.

Before he could catch a breath and still enthralled in the after glow of release. Jian Ci’s psychic tendrils wrapped around Yu Xi’s, yanking him close, and Yu Xi gasped as the physical world mirrored the psychic one.

His body moved without his conscious command, his knees hitting the bed, his palms flat on the cool surface. He was suddenly on all fours, the position instinctive.

Jian Ci, mindless and driven by need, was behind him in an instant. His hands found Yu Xi’s waist, fingers digging into the firm muscle there, holding him in place. There was no finesse, no preamble. Jian Ci’s hips drove forward, and he was inside, a hot, blunt, perfect invasion that made Yu Xi cry out.

The fog in Jian Ci’s head... shifted. It didn’t clear, not yet, but it parted around the sensation. The tight, clutching heat of Yu Xi’s body was a focal point in the madness. He thrust, a rough, deep stroke, and another piece of the static dissolved into pure, animal sensation. He fucked into him, again and again, each punishing drive of his hips carving a path through the darkness in his skull.

Yu Xi’s groan was long and ragged, vibrating up through where their bodies joined. "Gege..." he breathed out, the honorific a plea and a prayer. "Don’t... don’t stop." His back arched, pushing himself back onto Jian Ci’s cock, taking him deeper.

Jian Ci’s dazed, vacant eyes flickered. He saw the curve of Yu Xi’s spine, the sweat-damp skin, the way his own hands looked possessive and desperate on Yu Xi’s hips. ’This is a dream,’ the last coherent thread in his mind whispered. ’Just another one of those dreams.’ But it had never felt like this.