Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 325: NSFW
That was all Jian Rui needed. He slid from the couch, the rich fabric of his robes whispering against the floor, and knelt before Stannis.
He looked up, his gaze seductive, a promise of worship and wickedness. His hands, smooth and knowing, found Stannis’s thighs. He rubbed them, feeling the powerful muscle beneath the taut fabric of the Marshal’s uniform trousers. He pressed his palms inward, a firm, massaging touch that made Stannis groan softly.
Then Jian Rui leaned forward. He nuzzled Stannis’s crotch, his cheek warm against the fabric.
He inhaled, smelling the scent of leather, sweat, and the unmistakable musk of man. His nose traced the hard line already forming there, a ridge of desperate flesh begging for attention.
"Your Majesty..." Stannis whispered, a strained plea.
Jian Rui chuckled, a low, throaty sound. He didn’t use his hands. He lowered his head again and, with a deliberate, showy grace, caught the metal zipper of Stannis’s trousers with his teeth. He tugged, a sharp, metallic click echoing in the room as the zipper gave way.
Stannis gasped. The sound was raw, torn from his throat.
Jian Rui smiled, bright and triumphant. His fingers, finally joining the game, pushed the fabric aside.
He pulled out Stannis’s cock. It was hard, fully erect, a thick, flushed length of pure need. Jian Rui began to stroke it, his grip firm and perfect, his thumb swirling over the slick, leaking head.
"Ah, Rui..." Stannis groaned, his head tilting back. His hands clenched on the couch cushions.
Jian Rui watched his lover’s face crumple in pleasure. He leaned in again. His tongue, pink and wet, darted out. He licked the head of Stannis’s cock, a teasing, circling motion.
He tasted the precum, salty and sharp, the essence of Stannis’s desire. He licked it off, savoring it, then licked again, broader strokes that made Stannis’s hips jerk.
Stannis leaned his head back further, his neck exposed, a cry of pure pleasure bursting from his lips. "Fuck..."
That word coming from those lips, ignited something in Jian Rui. He opened his mouth. He took Stannis’s cock inside, all the way to the base in one smooth, hungry movement. He began to move up and down, a rhythm established instantly. They were deep, sucking pulls followed by shallow, teasing licks at the tip.
His mouth was hot, wet, a perfect, tight sheath. He deep-throated Stannis, taking the entire length until his nose pressed against Stannis’s stomach. He held it there, swallowing around the intrusion, then pulled back with a filthy, wet sound.
Stannis’s fingers dove into Jian Rui’s hair. They stroked it, at first tenderly, combing through the dark strands. But as Jian Rui worked, sucking harder, fucking his mouth with that cock, the strokes became frantic. Stannis’s grip tightened. He pushed Jian Rui’s head down, forcing him deeper, faster.
Jian Rui took it willingly. He loved this force, this surrender of control to Stannis’s need. His eyes watered, psychological tears of overwhelming sensation and submission flowing down his cheeks. They mixed with the spit and precum slicking his chin. The fucking of his mouth was relentless now, Stannis driving his hips upward, controlling the pace.
Jian Rui could feel the cock swelling, throbbing inside him. He focused on the sensations—the heavy weight on his tongue, the salt-bitter taste flooding his mouth, the ache in his jaw that was a sweet, delicious pain. He moaned around the shaft, the vibration making Stannis shout.
"Ah ah ah I am... I am going to..." Stannis choked out.
Jian Rui just sucked harder, his hands now gripping Stannis’s hips, holding him in place. He wanted it. He wanted all of it.
Stannis couldn’t handle it anymore. A final, brutal thrust and he came. The orgasm erupted into Jian Rui’s mouth, a hot, sudden flood that filled his throat. Jian Rui swallowed, gulping down every pulse, every thick spurt of Stannis’s cum. He didn’t stop sucking, milking the last drops until Stannis was shaking, spent, collapsing back against the couch.
For a moment, there was just the sound of ragged breathing and the wet, open mouth of Jian Rui still hovering near Stannis’s softening cock.
Then Stannis moved. He leaned down, his body heavy with exhaustion and euphoria. He cupped Jian Rui’s face, his thumbs wiping away the tears and spit. He looked into his lord’s eyes, seeing the devotion, the hunger, the sheer nasty joy there.
He kissed him.
It started tenderly, a soft press of lips against lips still wet with his own taste. But it ignited instantly. The kiss deepened, turned urgent. Stannis poured all his frantic energy into it, his tongue plunging into Jian Rui’s mouth, claiming it back. Jian Rui met him with equal fervor, his arms wrapping around Stannis’s shoulders, pulling him down onto the floor with him.
They lost themselves in it. The kiss was a messy, breathless exchange of spit and shared flavor. Stannis’s hands ripped at Jian Rui’s robes, pulling them open, exposing his chest. Jian Rui’s fingers clawed at Stannis’s uniform, yanking it from his shoulders.
"I want to fuck you," Stannis growled against his mouth, the words a hot, direct promise. "I want to feel you under me. I want to own this mouth that served me so well."
***
Jian Ci rushed back to the condo, his stride sharp and impatient, ready to teach his man a lesson. The elevator doors slid open, and he stepped out only to be greeted by Yu Xi... and the ever-present light bulb, Xiaobao.
Jian Ci: "..."
This was the new routine. He didn’t know what had gotten into Xiaobao lately, but instead of pestering Jian Wei, she had started visiting her brother far too often. So often, in fact, that it was beginning to look like they were raising a child together.
With a sigh, Jian Ci slipped off his shoes and slid into the house slippers. Yu Xi glanced up at him, calm as ever.
Yu Xi said, "You are here."
Jian Ci replied softly, "Yeah."
He walked over, only to find Yu Xi seated comfortably, his nails being painted black by Xiaobao. Yu Xi tilted his head slightly, and as though on cue, Jian Ci leaned down to press a kiss against his lips.
