Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 297: NSFW 3

He broke from Yu Xi’s mouth, trailing a path of fire down his neck. He sucked at the pulse point, hard and deliberate, wanting to leave a brand everyone would see.

"Mine," the mark would scream. He bit down on the tendon, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to make Yu Xi groan, his fingers tunneling into Jian Ci’s hair, gripping tight.

"Fuck, Ci-ge..."

Jian Ci didn’t answer with words. He answered with his body. He shoved himself up, kneeling over Yu Xi, and tore the ruined uniform shirt from his own shoulders. It joined Yu Xi’s t-shirt on the floor. His torso was revealed, muscles defined and tempting under the low light, a landscape Yu Xi’s eyes devoured.

Yu Xi’s hand rose, his slender fingers trailing a path that made Jian Ci’s stomach clench. From his belly button, up over the hard planes of his abs, tracing the lines between them, up to his chest, circling a nipple. Jian Ci looked down at him, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his lips, his canine tooth glinting.

"Do you like what you see, Little Xi?"

Yu Xi’s smile was a mirror of sly heat. "Of course I do. You are so fucking sexy."

The words went straight to Jian Ci’s core, a molten bolt of pleasure. He loved to hear that. He needed to hear that. He leaned down again, and Yu Xi’s hand, which had been on his chest, slid up to cup his neck, his thumb stroking the jumping pulse there.

"Really?" Jian Ci’s voice was a low rasp. He caught Yu Xi’s wandering hand, brought it to his mouth. His eyes locked on Yu Xi’s as he gently took Yu Xi’s index and middle fingers into his mouth. He bit down on the pads, just a tease, then swirled his tongue around them, licking and sucking, wet and obscene.

"Oh—!" Yu Xi’s back arched off the bed. The sensation was a lightning strike, a direct, sharp line of pleasure from his fingers to his cock, which was painfully hard, straining against his pants. It was too much. It was perfect.

Jian Ci let the fingers slip from his lips with a soft pop. A silver thread of saliva connected them for a second before it snapped.

And then Yu Xi, his eyes dark with challenge, brought his own wet fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean.

Jian Ci saw red. A raw, guttural sound tore from his throat. "Little Xi," he grunted, the words strained. "Are you trying to fucking kill me?" Yu Xi just smiled that sly, vixen’s smile, licking his lips.

"Little Xi," Jian Ci growled, his restraint vaporizing. "You are a fucking vixen." His hands went to his own belt, fingers fumbling only for a second before he got the buckle open. The leather slithered free with a heavy sound. Jian Ci, towering over him on his knees, pulling his own belt off, was a vision of pure, unleashed heat. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

He didn’t hesitate. He took Yu Xi’s wrists, brought them together above his head, and wrapped the leather belt around them in a few efficient, tight loops, buckling it securely.

Yu Xi chuckled, testing the bindings. "Isn’t this a little excessive for our first time?" he breathed, but there was no protest in his eyes, only a dark, eager gleam.

Jian Ci leaned close, his lips brushing Yu Xi’s ear. "You still need to be punished," he whispered, the promise hot and heavy in the air. "For keeping things from me." His hands went to the fastening of Yu Xi’s pants.

Yu Xi stifled his smile, the leather belt still looped tightly around his wrists. "Gege, take it easy on me, I am fragile."

Jian Ci’s smile was pure, wicked mischief. His fingers hooked into the waistband of Yu Xi’s pants, and with one sharp tug, he pulled them down and tossed them onto the floor.

The cool air of the room washed over Yu Xi’s heated skin, making him shiver. He was exposed now, just in his thin underwear, the hard line of his cock straining visibly against the fabric.

Jian Ci’s hand settled over the bulge, a warm, heavy weight. He didn’t move it, just let it rest there, the heat of his palm seeping through. Yu Xi arched his back, a soft gasp escaping him as he pushed up into that touch, desperate for more.

"You like that," Jian Ci whispered, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through Yu Xi’s core.

"Yes, I do, Gege," Yu Xi breathed out, his voice already wrecked.

Jian Ci leaned down, his lips finding the dip of Yu Xi’s belly button. He kissed the sensitive skin there, a slow, wet press of his mouth that made Yu Xi’s stomach muscles clench. Then he began to trail upward, his mouth a brand of fire.

He kissed and bit him. They were gentle, teasing nips that promised more. He sucked, leaving tiny, possessive marks in his wake. Yu Xi groaned, a deep, guttural sound of pure need.

His hands, bound together, flexed uselessly. This was torture. He could feel the damp spot of his own precum spreading on his underwear, a sticky, humiliating proof of how much Jian Ci was wrecking him.

Jian Ci’s tongue, hot and wet, brushed past a pebbled nipple, and Yu Xi cried out, his back bowing off the bed. "Ah! Fuck, Gege!"

Jian Ci’s lips curled against his skin, pleased. He zeroed in on that nipple, licking it in broad, flat strokes before sucking it into the heat of his mouth.

His other hand roamed freely over Yu Xi’s torso, groping the hard planes of his abs, squeezing the firm muscle of his pectoral. He took his time, exploring every inch, teasing every sensitive spot until Yu Xi was trembling.

This was the real torture. The slow, deliberate worship that kept him on the very edge.

"Gege," Yu Xi called out, his voice sweet and pleading. "Touch me."

Jian Ci knew exactly where. But he wanted to hear it. He moved up, his body hovering over Yu Xi’s, their faces inches apart.

Their hot, panting breaths mingled. Jian Ci brought his thumb up and rubbed it slowly, possessively, over Yu Xi’s lower lip. "Where do you want me to touch you, Little Xi?"

Yu Xi met his gaze, his eyes dark with lust. His voice was hoarse, deep, every word a struggle. "I want you to touch my hard cock... gege."

Jian Ci’s thumb pressed harder against his lip. "Beg me. And I will do it."

A flash of defiance, then surrender, flickered in Yu Xi’s eyes. He strained against his bonds, lifting his head a few precious inches. He pressed his lips to the shell of Jian Ci’s ear, his whisper a hot, desperate puff of air. "Gege, I am begging you... please. Please make me feel good."

He fell back against the pillows, spent. Jian Ci swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. That was it. That was all he needed.