Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 296: NSFW 2
The memory of that night, the strange pause, the frantic and desperate rhythm that followed, crashed over Yu Xi with dizzying clarity. His entire face burned. ’Fuck.’ He had been so lost in the sensation that he didn’t realise that Jian Ci’s consciousness had snapped back online right in the middle of fucking him.
"No wonder it felt different," Yu Xi breathed out, the words a shaky confession.
Jian Ci’s mischievous smile froze. A flicker of something raw and hungry passed through his eyes. "Different good or bad?"
Yu Xi looked up, meeting that intense gaze. He let the silence stretch, just for a heartbeat. "Just... different."
The raw jealousy that flashed across Jian Ci’s face was a physical thing. It was hot and immediate, a possessive fire that made the air between them crackle. Four years. It was four years where some other version of himself had gotten to have this, to have Yu Xi, and he had been locked away, unaware.
The injustice of it was a bitter pill, but it was drowned out by a fiercer, more urgent need. He had to prove himself. He had to be better. He had to make Yu Xi forget any other touch and any other rhythm.
"Are you jealous?" Yu Xi asked, a soft chuckle in his voice. He saw the answer, but he wanted to hear it.
"How can I not be, little Xi?" Jian Ci’s voice was a low, rough scrape. "You and... him... you were together for four years behind my back. Of course I am so fucking jealous."
The admission was a key turning in a lock. Yu Xi felt a surge of warmth mingling with his own desire. He shifted closer on the bed, the sheets whispering beneath them, and wrapped his arms around Jian Ci’s broad shoulders. He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of Jian Ci’s ear. "How can you be jealous of yourself, Gege?"
That word. Gege. It shot through Jian Ci like a live wire. A full-body shiver of pure, unadulterated excitement rolled through him, tightening his skin, pooling heat low in his gut. His breath caught, not in a hitch, but in a sharp, greedy inhale.
"Call me that again," Jian Ci demanded, his voice thick.
Yu Xi bit his own lower lip, a teasing, deliberate gesture. He held Jian Ci’s burning gaze. "Gege," he whispered, the word a sinful promise. "I want you."
"Fuck." The word was ripped from Jian Ci’s throat. His blood wasn’t just boiling; it was a fucking inferno. Every thought, every coherent plan, evaporated into pure, desperate need.
He didn’t just kiss Yu Xi. He claimed his mouth. It was a hungry, fierce collision of lips and tongue and heat. Jian Ci’s tongue invaded, sweeping past Yu Xi’s lips, tasting him, claiming the warm, wet cavern of his mouth.
The feeling was so good that it short-circuited Jian Ci’s brain. He couldn’t think, he could only feel the soft slide of Yu Xi’s tongue against his, the little gasp turned moan that vibrated from Yu Xi’s throat directly into his own mouth.
He deepened the kiss, angling his head, swallowing every sound Yu Xi made. One of his hands came up to cup Yu Xi’s jaw, holding him steady for the devouring kiss, while the other slid down Yu Xi’s side, mapping the lean lines of his body through the thin fabric of his clothes.
He could feel the heat of Yu Xi’s skin, the firm muscle beneath. He ground his hips down against Yu Xi’s, the hard ridge of his erection pressing insistently against Yu Xi’s thigh through their pants. The friction was maddening, a sweet, rough promise of what was to come.
The room filled with the sound of them. The wet and slick noise of their kissing. The ragged and heated pull of their breaths, mingling into one frantic rhythm. The rustle of sheets as Yu Xi arched up into him. It was a symphony of lust.
Jian Ci broke the kiss only to trail his mouth down, licking a hot, wet path along Yu Xi’s jaw to the sensitive column of his throat. He sucked at the skin there, feeling Yu Xi’s pulse hammer against his lips.
He bit down, not hard enough to mark permanently, but enough to make Yu Xi gasp and his fingers clutch at Jian Ci’s back. "Gege," Yu Xi moaned again, the word a broken plea.
His hands, which had been clutching at his shoulders, moved to the front of Jian Ci’s uniform. With a fierce, determined yank, he tore the shirt open. Buttons pinged against the wall and the floor. The sound of fabric ripping was obscenely loud.
Jian Ci grunted, a raw, animal sound of excitement. Watching Yu Xi, his usually calm little Xi, tear his clothes off with that desperate look in his eyes... it was the hottest thing Jian Ci had ever seen. It stripped away the last of his control.
He crashed their mouths together again, the kiss messier now, all tongue and teeth and shared, panting breaths.
Yu Xi’s mouth left Jian Ci’s lips, traveling down his jaw, his throat, and then lower, to the exposed skin of his waist.
It wasn’t a gentle exploration. His mouth was hot and wet and hungry. He kissed the taut skin, then sucked, hard enough to bloom a mark right there on Jian Ci’s hip. A sharp, bright bite followed, and Jian Ci’s whole body arched.
"Ah—!"
The sound was punched out of him, a gasp that elongated his neck, his head tilting back. His fingers scrambled against Yu Xi’s back, gripping the fabric of his t-shirt, twisting it. It wasn’t enough. The barrier was maddening. With a grunt, Jian Ci found the hem and yanked, pulling the shirt up and over Yu Xi’s head in one frantic motion.
Yu Xi came back to him, their mouths meeting again, and this time the kiss was different with skin on skin. Jian Ci’s hand came up, his fingers tracing the line of Yu Xi’s jaw, then finding his ear.
He gently caressed the lobe, the cool metal of a dangling earring brushing against his own skin as he did it. The contrast, the tender touch against the bruising force of their bodies, made Yu Xi shudder.
Jian Ci pressed him down fully into the mattress, his weight a delicious anchor. They kissed, and kissed, and the world dissolved into the slick heat of their mouths, the slide of tongues, the shared breaths that grew more ragged by the second.
With each deeper kiss, flashes, bright and jarring, cut through Jian Ci’s mind. They were fractured memories of this, of them, but twisted through the lens of a past mental storm.
Memories of Yu Xi beneath him and over him, all tangled up with pain and ecstasy and chaos. It only made the present more intense, more real.
