Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 260: NSFW

Jian Ci’s breath stopped. The wine bottle was forgotten, heavy in his lap. Every movement was a hook set deep in his gut. That waist.

The way Yu Xi’s spine curved as he arched back, the hem of his t-shirt riding up to show a sliver of skin above the waistband of his pants. The smile. That fucking smile. It was like Yu Xi was sharing a secret, a filthy, wonderful secret, and Jian Ci was the only one in the world meant to hear it.

Heat, sudden and demanding, flooded Jian Ci’s groin. It was a sharp, aching pulse that made his pants feel two sizes too small, the fabric suddenly a brutal friction against his hardening cock.

He shifted, trying to find a comfortable position, but there was none. Every slight adjustment just made him more aware of the thick, heavy weight of his erection straining against his pants. He was glad, desperately glad, for the dim light. His face felt hot, his mouth dry. He was parched, but not for wine.

Yu Xi moved into the center of the room, his body a shadow puppet against the bright city. He dropped into a low crouch, one hand braced on the floor, then rose again with a slow, undulating grace that was pure torture.

His hips thrust forward in a slow, grinding wave, then back, his ass a perfect, tempting curve in the dark fabric. He looked over his shoulder, his eyes finally finding Jian Ci’s in the gloom. He held the look, his smile turning wicked, and ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

A jolt of pure, undiluted lust shot straight to Jian Ci’s cock. It throbbed, painfully hard now, a needy, insistent pressure. He couldn’t just sit here. Acting on a frantic impulse, he grabbed one of the velvet throw pillows from the couch and yanked it onto his lap, covering the blatant, embarrassing evidence of his desire.

He pressed the pillow down, the pressure both a relief and a new kind of agony. He could feel the heat of his own body through the fabric, the rigid line of his dick pressing back against his palm through the cushion. He didn’t move his hand. He kept it there, pressing down, as he watched the rest of the dance, his heart hammering against his ribs.

Yu Xi was lost in it now, the alcohol and the music and the magnetic pull of Jian Ci’s gaze feeding his confidence.

He let his hands skate down his own chest, over the flat plane of his stomach, thumbs hooking in his waistband loops as he rolled his hips in a slow, continuous circle. He was showing off. He was offering. Every dip, every twist, every time his hips jutted forward, it was a silent, filthy question. Do you see this? Do you want this?

The song built to its climax, the bass thickening, and Yu Xi moved with it, his body tightening, his movements becoming sharper, more defined, before melting into one final, lingering pose as the last note faded into silence.

He was breathing heavily, a sheen of sweat making his skin glow in the ambient light. He stood there, chest rising and falling, and turned fully to face Jian Ci, a bright, breathless laugh escaping him.

"Happy?" Yu Xi asked, the word a little slurred, immensely pleased with himself.

Jian Ci’s voice was rough, scraped raw from the inside. The pillow was a lifeline in his lap. He couldn’t think. He could only feel the ache in his cock, the tightness in his balls, the overwhelming, consuming want. The words came out low, guttural, absolutely honest.

"Yeah. You looked so beautiful." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Yu Xi’s smile was a lazy, drunken curve as he sat down, his fingers brushing Jian Ci’s as he took the wine bottle. He tilted his head back, his throat working in slow, mesmerizing gulps. The lamplight caught the line of his neck, the subtle flex of muscle under his skin. Jian Ci watched, his own mouth parched, a low heat gathering in his gut. He was thirsty, very thirsty.

Yu Xi stopped drinking, a rivulet of dark red escaping the corner of his lips. He swiped at it with his thumb, eyes glazed. "How many bottles have we had? Three... four?" His voice was slurry, warm. "I am really starting to see stars, gege."

Jian Ci didn’t answer. He leaned closer, the scent of wine and Yu Xi’s scent filling his senses. "Have you danced for your boyfriends before?" The question came out rough, possessive.

Yu Xi blinked, trying to focus. He saw two of Jian Ci, two pairs of dark, intense eyes fixed on him. A slow, lopsided grin spread across his face. "No," he breathed out, the word soft and honest. "I only danced for you here." He chuckled, the sound low and intimate. "You are the only one who had the privilege, gege."

He lifted the bottle again, but Jian Ci’s hand shot out, faster, decisive. He took the bottle from Yu Xi’s slack grip and placed it with a soft clink on the coffee table. In the same motion, his other hand came up, cupping the back of Yu Xi’s head, fingers tangling in the soft hair at his nape. He didn’t pause, didn’t ask. He just pulled him in and kissed him.

It wasn’t gentle. It was a hard, claiming press of lips, fueled by nights of watching, of wanting, of that sensual dance seared into his brain. Yu Xi made a small, surprised sound against his mouth, a muffled mmph, his body going pliant and loose from the alcohol and the shock of it. Jian Ci could taste the wine, sweet and sharp, on Yu Xi’s lips, on his tongue when he licked into his mouth.

Yu Xi was dizzy, floating in a warm, hazy daze, and then Jian Ci’s tongue was there, hot and demanding, and the haze caught fire. He opened for him, a soft sigh escaping as he kissed back, clumsy at first, then with a building hunger. His hands came up, fisting in the fabric of Jian Ci’s shirt, holding on as the world tilted.

Jian Ci drank him in. He licked deep into Yu Xi’s mouth, tasting every part of him, mapping the slick heat. He gently nipped at his bottom lip, sucked it into his mouth, and Yu Xi moaned, the vibration going straight to Jian Ci’s cock.

The taste of him... The taste of him was electric, a sweet, hot shock on Jian Ci’s tongue. He pulled back on instinct, a breath of air between them, but the phantom flavor lingered, taunting him. It was a hunger he hadn’t known was there, a dry, desperate thirst that recognized its single source. "One more taste," his mind screamed. "Just one more."

He didn’t ask. He just dove back in. This time, Yu Xi met him. Not just allowed it, but joined him. Their lips crashed together, a messy, wet collision, and then Yu Xi’s tongue was there, sliding against his own. The sensation was dizzying. "Fuck," Jian Ci swore internally.