Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 279: NSFW 8
Yu Xi moved, trying to push himself up and get a change of clothes. Jian Ci saw his own hand shoot out and clamp around the back of Yu Xi’s neck, hot and possessive. The grip wasn’t gentle.
His other self’s lips were on Yu Xi’s throat in an instant. He didn’t kiss him. He bit him his teeth sinking into the tender skin where pulse beat wild and frantic. A groan, raw and torn, ripped from Yu Xi’s chest.
And Jian Ci’s energy... the psychic tempest that had briefly stilled... it surged again.
It wasn’t chaos anymore. It was a violet, violent pressure, a focused intent that wrapped around Yu Xi’s golden light and squeezed. Jian Ci watched, horrified, as Yu Xi’s back arched, his body bowing into the bite, offering his throat like a fucking sacrifice. A whispered, broken word escaped him. "Gege..."
The world dissolved into fractured light and a sound like tearing silk.
Jian Ci gasped, his own breath loud in his ears. His body thrummed with a violence that vibrated in his teeth. The psychic storm, wild and untamed, crackled around him in visible, lashing tendrils. And beneath him, golden light, warm and desperate, trying to contain the hurricane.
A rough, animal sound tore from his throat, and he was shoving Yu Xi forward. The body moved with a brutal strength Jian Ci didn’t recognize. His hands large, possessive and terrifying grabbed the remains of Yu Xi’s t-shirt and ripped it.
The fabric tore with a sharp, final sound that made Jian Ci, the observer, flinch.
Yu Xi was left shirtless, the smooth plane of his back exposed to the cool cave air. Completely vulnerable. Jian Ci’s hands smoothed over the curves of Yu Xi’s ass, a gesture that should have been tender but was just a prelude. He spread him, and Jian Ci watched, horrified and rapt, as the hot, flushed head of his own cock nudged against Yu Xi’s hole.
It was still wet. Still loose and sore from their first round. Yu Xi grimaced, a sharp intake of breath hissing through his teeth, and Jian Ci’s soul screamed to stop, to comfort him.
But Yu Xi pushed back. He fucking pushed back, arching his spine, offering himself up. A groan tore from him, raw and wanting.
"Yes... fuck, yes..."
The memory-Jian Ci didn’t wait. He sheathed himself to the hilt in one brutal, perfect push. It was a claiming, a violence so complete it bordered on worship. Yu Xi cried out, the sound echoing off the stone, part pain, part utter relief.
Jian Ci set a punishing rhythm immediately. There was no gentle build or slow burn. His hips slammed forward, each thrust a piston driving deep, punching choked, guttural moans from Yu Xi’s throat.
The psychic energy in the cave responded, his own violet storm wrapping around Yu Xi’s struggling golden power, not fighting it but merging with it. It was a violent and intimate fusion.
Jian Ci leaned over him, his chest plastered to Yu Xi’s sweat-slick back. His hot breath gusted against Yu Xi’s ear. "Mine," the memory growled, the word less a statement than a physical law.
His hands came around, palms scraping over Yu Xi’s chest, fingers finding his nipples. He pinched and twisted them. Yu Xi jolted, a full-body spasm that made his internal muscles clamp down hard around the cock buried inside him.
Then his mouth was on Yu Xi’s back. He was kissing, biting and sucking, leaving a trail of burning, possessive marks as if Yu Xi’s skin were a canvas and he was determined to cover every inch. Each bite made Yu Xi clench around him, a hot, wet, rhythmic pulse. Each suck drew a broken gasp, a whimper that was pure, unadulterated need.
Jian Ci pulled Yu Xi’s arms behind his back, easily gathering both slender wrists in one strong hand. He used the leverage, yanking Yu Xi’s torso up, fucking into him even harder, even deeper. The new angle was devastating. Yu Xi’s head fell back against Jian Ci’s shoulder, his mouth open in a silent scream.
Yu Xi punctuated each word with every frantic and jerky motion. "Yes. Yes. Don’t stop. Please, Ci-ge, please..."
The use of his name, so wrecked and desperate, sent a new bolt of lightning through the memory. Jian Ci’s control, already threadbare, snapped.
He released Yu Xi’s wrists, letting him fall forward onto his hands again, and gripped his hips with both hands, fingers digging into the bone.
The fucking became relentless. A steady, brutal pace that had Yu Xi shaking, his knuckles white where they gripped the stone floor. Jian Ci watched his own body move, a machine of pure need, driving into that hot, willing tightness over and over.
The slap of skin on skin, the wet, filthy sounds of penetration, Yu Xi’s ragged sobs for more, more, harder filled the cave, louder than the psychic storm. Then there was a pulse.
It started deep in the chest of the Jian Ci in the memory, a low, thrumming vibration that was nothing like the chaotic storm around them. It was a resonance. Like a string plucked in a silent room, finding its perfect harmonic in another.
It traveled, warm and inexorable, down the length of his cock buried inside Yu Xi, through the sweat-slicked press of their bellies, and along the ragged psychic tether that had lashed them together in his madness.
It seeped into Yu Xi’s skin. Into his blood. Into the very core of his mind.
A tether was forming. A signature was being written. He was imprinting on Yu Xi. The ultimate, irrevocable sin of his kind.
The Jian Ci in the memory didn’t stop. If anything, the new connection made him more frenzied. His thrusts grew wilder, more erratic, the slap of their bodies becoming a frantic drumbeat. He shifted, one large hand coming up to cover Yu Xi’s throat.
He didn’t squeeze. He just held him, his palm hot and possessive against the frantic pulse beating there, like a beast finally claiming its mate. He lowered his head, his lips brushing the shell of Yu Xi’s ear, his breath hot and ragged.
"Mine," he growled, the word vibrating through both of them. "You are all fucking mine."
Yu Xi, breathless and trembling from the force of a climax that had clearly just ripped through him, managed to turn his head. He caught the maddened Jian Ci’s gaze from the corner of his wet, glistening eye. The watching Jian Ci held his breath.
And Yu Xi spoke, his voice a broken, raw thing filled with something that wasn’t fear.
"I am all yours now..." Yu Xi whispered, his lips brushing the palm at his throat. "I belong to you."
