Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 230: NSFW2

AN: Happy sunday. I had a family emergency yesterday. I am so sorry. Happy reading!

A raw, guttural sound tore from his throat. It was a wordless, animal noise of need. He couldn’t speak, lost in this state of pure, predatory intent, but his body spoke volumes. He rutted against Yu Xi, his breath hot and ragged in Yu Xi’s ear.

Yu Xi’s own need was a white-hot wire pulled taut. He slid his hand down, palming the defined ridges of Jian Ci’s abs through his shirt before his slender fingers slipped past the hem of his uniform pants. He found what he was seeking. The hot, silken skin of Jian Ci’s lower belly, then lower, wrapping around the thick, aching length of him.

Jian Ci gasped, a sharp, sensual inhalation right against Yu Xi’s ear. His entire body went rigid for a second, then trembled. Yu Xi stroked him, a slow, firm pull through the fabric of his briefs, feeling the precum already soaking through. He rubbed the head with his thumb, and Jian Ci shuddered, a full-body quake of pleasure.

"Fuck, Ci-ge, you are so hard for me," Yu Xi murmured, his own voice rough. "I wanna feel you... all of you."

He wasn’t satisfied with just this. His fingers fumbled with the button and zipper of Jian Ci’s pants, urgency making him clumsy. The metal gave way, and he shoved the fabric down just enough.

His hand wrapped around Jian Ci’s bare cock, and fuck, it was perfect. Hot, heavy, velvety skin over iron-hard flesh. He began to stroke in earnest, his grip tight, his thumb swiping over the leaking slit with every upstroke.

The sensation drove Jian Ci over some edge. He buried his face in Yu Xi’s shoulder, his teeth grazing the fabric before he bit down, not hard enough to break skin, but with a possessive pressure that made Yu Xi cry out.

The sharp pleasure-pain only fueled the fire. Jian Ci’s hips began to piston, fucking into Yu Xi’s tight fist with abandon, his breaths ragged grunts.

Yu Xi was lost in the rhythm, the heat, the filthy, wet sound of his hand working Jian Ci’s cock. But he needed more. He needed to feel him, too. With his free hand, he clawed at the front of his own uniform pants, popping the button, yanking the zipper down. He took his own aching cock in hand, a ragged moan escaping him at the contact. It wasn’t enough.

"Touch me," he demanded, his voice a raw scrape. "Ci-ge, fuck, touch me too."

As if the words unleashed him, Jian Ci’s hand, the one not braced against the wall, shot down. His fingers, calloused and strong, wrapped around Yu Xi’s cock, mirroring his rhythm. The dual sensation was incredible, the pleasure of giving and receiving, crashing together.

A psychic storm erupted around them. The violent, chaotic violet swirled and crashed against Yu Xi’s own shimmering gold energy. They didn’t control it. It was a pure manifestation of the feedback loop of their pleasure, the colors entwining, sparking where their bodies connected.

The sounds in the room changed. The gasps grew louder, sharper, mingling with the slick, rhythmic noise of skin on skin and low, desperate curses. "Fuck... ah fuck," Yu Xi rasped, the words thick and strained. "Your hand... fucking perfect," he choked out.

He leaned his head back against the wall, his eyes squeezing shut as Jian Ci’s thumb circled his frenulum. His hips thrust forward, fucking up into that tight, clever fist. "Right there... oh god, Ci-ge, right fucking there."

Jian Ci’s pace became frantic, erratic. His breath was a hot, damp blast against Yu Xi’s neck. He was close. Yu Xi could feel it in the tension coiling through the man’s body, in the way his strokes became shorter, harder. He focused on Jian Ci, twisting his wrist on the upstroke, using the copious precum to smooth the way, wanting to feel him come apart.

"Come for me," Yu Xi whispered, his lips against Jian Ci’s ear. "Let me feel it. I wanna feel you fucking explode."

It was the final push. With a broken, shuddering groan that was almost a roar, Jian Ci came. Hot streaks of cum painted Yu Xi’s fist and stomach, pulse after pulse, his entire body locking up in ecstasy. His fingers dug into the shoulders of Yu Xi’s uniform jacket, clutching him like a lifeline as he rode it out, his hips stuttering through the last few thrusts.

"Ci-ge!" Yu Xi cried out as he felt it, the intimate heat, the powerful contractions under his hand. The sound of his name, gasped in the throes of climax, sent Yu Xi tumbling over the edge right after. His own orgasm ripped through him, blinding and violent. He came with a shout, his release mixing with Jian Ci’s, his body bowing as pleasure short-circuited every thought.

Jian Ci slumped against him, his forehead dropping to Yu Xi’s shoulder, his breath coming in great, heaving gasps.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing and the smell of sex and sweat in the cool, still air.

Yu Xi leaned his head against Jian Ci’s, gasping.

His own body was still thrumming, his cock slick and sensitive from his own climax, the aftershocks echoing through him. He had barely had a second to breathe before Jian Ci was on him. His hands, trembling with urgency, fumbled at Yu Xi’s pants and underwear, yanking them down to his ankles in one frantic motion. The cool air on Yu Xi’s wet skin was a sharp contrast to the feverish heat pouring off Jian Ci. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Jian Ci’s mouth was on him before Yu Xi could gasp. The kiss was so intense that he felt like he was being devoured. His lips were hot and frantic against Yu Xi’s neck, sucking a mark that would bloom violet and gold by morning.

He moved lower, teeth scraping Yu Xi’s collarbone, his tongue lapping at the sweat-salted skin. Then lower still, his mouth closing over a nipple, sucking it into a hard, aching peak. Yu Xi’s head fell back, a ragged groan tearing from his throat. "Ci..." It was a plea, a prayer.

But Jian Ci was already sliding down, his knees hitting the floor with a soft thud. He looked up, his violet eyes wild, pupils blown wide with psychic overload and pure, unadulterated lust.

His hand wrapped around Yu Xi’s cock, which was already filling again, thickening under his touch. Jian Ci stroked him, once, twice, a rough, possessive grip that made Yu Xi’s hips jerk forward.

Then Jian Ci’s mouth was on him.

The heat was obscene. Wet, tight, perfect heat that engulfed him, swallowing him down in one smooth, eager motion. Yu Xi gasped, the sound ripped from his chest. "Fuck, Ci-ge..."