Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 301: NSFW 7

"You know I only have eyes for you." That did it. Jian Ci’s control snapped. He smiled, biting his own lower lip in a way that made heat pool low in Yu Xi’s belly, then he spun Yu Xi around in one fluid, powerful motion. His hand cupped the back of Yu Xi’s neck, fingers tangling in his hair, and then his mouth was on Yu Xi’s.

The kiss wasn’t tender, it was a conquest. Jian Ci’s tongue swept into his mouth, demanding, tasting, claiming. Yu Xi met him with equal ferocity, his own hands coming up to clutch at Jian Ci’s shoulders.

Jian Ci pressed forward, driving Yu Xi back until his shoulder blades hit the cool, unyielding glass of the window. The shock of the temperature against his heated skin made Yu Xi gasp into the kiss.

Jian Ci swallowed the sound. He broke the kiss just long enough to gasp, "Fuck," against Yu Xi’s lips, his own breathing ragged. In one smooth motion, he hooked his hand under Yu Xi’s thigh and hiked his leg up around his own hip.

His grip was brutal, fingers digging into the muscle of Yu Xi’s ass, holding him open, pinned. Jian Ci ground forward, the thick, hard line of his erection a blatant pressure against Yu Xi’s own through the thin fabric of their pants.

Yu Xi’s head fell back against the glass with a soft thud. His back arched, pushing his chest forward, his hips up, seeking more of that friction. Jian Ci’s mouth left his lips, trailing a searing path down his jaw to his neck.

He didn’t just kiss. He sucked, he bit, he laved the skin with his tongue until Yu Xi was sure it would bruise. Yu Xi groaned, the sound loud and filthy in the quiet room. He loved this. He loved the sting, the possession, the way Jian Ci made him feel utterly, completely wanted.

A sharp, insistent buzz rattled against Yu Xi’s wrist. It was his communicator. His eyes fluttered open, the rational part of his mind telling him it must be Xiaobao. He tried to shift and take a look at it.

But Jian Ci’s hand shot out, capturing Yu Xi’s wrist and slamming it against the glass above his head. He pinned it there, his own body caging Yu Xi in completely. "Don’t answer it," Jian Ci commanded, his voice dropping into a register that was pure, unadulterated dominance. It wasn’t a request.

"Ci-ge, it might be–" Yu Xi whispered, but the rest of the sentence was swallowed as Jian Ci crushed their mouths together again.

This kiss was rougher, more desperate. Teeth clacked. Tongues warred. Yu Xi gave up, surrendering to the sensation, his free hand clawing at Jian Ci’s back.

He could feel the sweat on Jian Ci’s skin, could feel the relentless, rhythmic grind of Jian Ci’s hips against his own, building a friction that was maddening. It was incredible. The communicator buzzed again and he ignored it.

The sharp, electronic ding of the elevator arriving on their private floor was like a gunshot.

Both men froze mid-kiss. Their heads turned in unison, lips swollen and wet, breathing harsh.

Xiaobao stood frozen in the open elevator doorway, a bag of food dangling from her hand. Her eyes were wide, her mouth a perfect ’O’ of shock. For a second, nobody moved.

Then she squeaked, "Sorry! Sorry! Carry on!" and practically dove out of the elevator, scurrying towards the kitchen on the far side of the open-plan space. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

The spell broke. Jian Ci dropped his forehead to Yu Xi’s shoulder, his body shaking with laughter or frustration. Yu Xi couldn’t tell. "Why the hell didn’t you tell me she was coming?" he muttered into Yu Xi’s skin.

"I tried," Yu Xi gasped, his own arousal a painful, urgent throb between his legs. "But you stopped me."

Jian Ci pulled back, his gaze sweeping down their bodies. The evidence of their interrupted passion was blatant, tenting the fronts of their pants. He let out a harsh, strained laugh. "Fuck."

Yu Xi shifted, the movement making his cock ache. He looked Jian Ci dead in the eye, a challenge in his gaze. "You caused this. You have to take responsibility."

A slow, predatory smile spread across Jian Ci’s face. All the earlier frustration melted into pure, heated intent. "Gladly."

He grabbed Yu Xi’s hand, his grip firm and unyielding, and dragged him away from the window. Yu Xi stumbled, his leg still unsteady from being held up, but Jian Ci didn’t slow down.

He pulled him across the living room, past the kitchen where they could hear the frantic, embarrassed clatter of Xiaobao putting things away, and towards the staircase.

They took the stairs two at a time, a frantic, silent race. Jian Ci’s impatience was a tangible force. The moment they crossed the threshold into the bedroom, Jian Ci shut the door quickly.

The morning sun streamed through the windows shedding light on rumpled sheets of the bed they’d left not an hour before.

Jian Ci pushed Yu Xi back against the closed door. His hands went to the waistband of Yu Xi’s pants, his fingers hooking into the fabric. He dragged Yu Xi to the bathroom and shoved him inside the shower turning the water on.

The steam from the shower wrapped around them, a thick, wet heat that clung to their skin. The water beat down on Jian Ci’s broad shoulders, tracing the lines of old scars and new, ruddy marks, the hickeys he’d left on Yu Xi’s neck just hours before.

He pressed Yu Xi back against the fogged glass wall, the cool surface a shocking contrast to the scalding spray. Yu Xi’s back arched, his shoulder blades flattening against the slick pane. Jian Ci’s mouth found his again, not asking, just taking.

Jian Ci’s tongue pushed past Yu Xi’s lips, tasting the mint of his toothpaste and the deeper, saltier flavor that was just him. Yu Xi groaned into it, his hands coming up to fist in Jian Ci’s wet hair. The water ran in rivulets through their tangled fingers, over the tight muscles of Jian Ci’s forearms as he pinned Yu Xi in place.

Jian Ci broke the kiss only to trail his mouth lower. He licked a hot, wet stripe down the column of Yu Xi’s throat, over the pounding pulse, then sucked hard on the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Yu Xi cried out, a sharp, broken sound that was swallowed by the drumming water.

Jian Ci’s teeth grazed the sensitive skin, his hands sliding down to grope the firm, defined planes of Yu Xi’s pectorals. He squeezed, his thumbs finding Yu Xi’s nipples, circling them until they were tight, pebbled peaks.

"Fuck," Yu Xi gasped, his head falling back against the glass with a soft thud.