Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 274: NSFW 3

Jian Ci’s hands large, calloused from trainingslid under Yu Xi’s thighs. In one fluid, terrifyingly easy motion, he lifted Yu Xi from the rug as if he weighed nothing. Yu Xi’s breath hitched, his own hands flying to Jian Ci’s shoulders, fingers digging into the hard muscles.

The psychic entanglement tightened, a feedback loop of yearning. Jian Ci carried him the few feet to the bed and deposited him on the soft cover, the action devoid of gentleness, brimming with intent.

Yu Xi pushed himself up on his elbows, his heart hammering against his ribs. His lips crashed against Jian Ci’s the kiss hot and intense.

Yu Xi moaned into it, his own starvation rising to the surface. It had been so long since Yu Xi had had a taste and he was yearning for more. His arms wound around Jian Ci’s neck, pulling him down harder, his body arching off the bed to meet the solid weight pressing him down.

Their tongues met in a heated, and desperate clash. Yu Xi could taste the psychic energy on him, a metallic spark, and beneath it, the familiar, comforting flavor that was just Jian Ci.

He was the one who broke the kiss, breathing ragged. "I need you," Yu Xi panted, the words a bare whisper. "You have starved me for so long."

His hands moved to the waistband of Jian Ci’s pants. He tugged, his movements frantic, fueled by months of pent-up longing. The fabric yielded, and Yu Xi pushed them down over Jian Ci’s hips, tossing them off the side of the bed to be lost in the shadows. Jian Ci, still silent, allowed it, his dark eyes burning with a feverish light.

Yu Xi kissed him again, softer now, a trail of fire down the strong line of his jaw to the sensitive hollow of his throat. Jian Ci’s head fell back, a silent invitation. Yu Xi swirled his tongue there, savoring the salt of his skin, the rapid pulse beating against his lips. A deep, approving hum vibrated in Jian Ci’s chest. His breath was hot and seductive against Yu Xi’s hair.

His hand fisted tightly in Yu Xi’s hair, not pulling, but holding, grounding them both. The other pressed against the small of Yu Xi’s back, urging him closer. Jian Ci’s neck was elongated, tendons taut, a portrait of surrendered pleasure.

Yu Xi moved lower, his lips blazing a path over the defined planes of Jian Ci’s chest. He reached a peaked nipple and, without hesitation, took it into his mouth.

Jian Ci’s whole body shuddered. A sharp, silent inhale. Yu Xi teased it, circling the nub with the tip of his tongue before closing his lips around it and sucking, gently at first, then with more pressure. Jian Ci’s back arched beautifully off the bed, his fingers tightening in Yu Xi’s hair. The psychic static in the room gained a new frequency one of pure, undiluted sensation.

While his mouth worked, Yu Xi’s hands roamed. He caressed the dips and curves of Jian Ci’s waist, his thumbs stroking the sensitive skin just above his hip bones. He groped the hard, flexing abs, feeling each muscle clench and release under his palm. He was mapping a territory he had missed desperately, relearning it by touch.

He abandoned the nipple with a wet pop, earning another full-body shiver from Jian Ci. He kissed downwards, over the quivering stomach, placing open-mouthed kisses and playful bites along the trail of hair that led lower. The scent of him, musky and clean, filled Yu Xi’s senses, making his own cock ache in his pants.

He reached the elastic band of Jian Ci’s black underwear. The fabric was tented obscenely, damp at the tip already. Yu Xi nuzzled the hard, throbbing length beneath it, breathing him in. Jian Ci’s hips jerked off the bed in a silent, frantic thrust, begging for more.

Yu Xi smirked against the heated fabric. He rubbed his cheek against the rigid outline, then pressed his mouth over it, swirling his tongue in a slow, deliberate circle. The damp spot grew.

Jian Ci’s breathing became ragged, torn gasps. His hands were everywhere now. They were in Yu Xi’s hair, on his shoulders, clutching at the sheets.

With a flash of teeth, Yu Xi bit the waistband and pulled it down, just enough. Jian Ci’s cock sprang free, thick and flushed, twitching eagerly in the cool air. A bead of precum gleamed at the slit.

Yu Xi didn’t make him wait. He leaned forward and licked it away, a flat, slow stroke from root to tip. Jian Ci’s choked-off sound was the closest thing to speech he had made. Encouraged, Yu Xi took the head into his mouth, sucking gently, his tongue pressing against the sensitive frenulum.

Then, with a hunger that matched the one in his heart, he took him deeper. He relaxed his throat, working his way down until he reached the base, his throat filled with Jian Ci’s hardness. He moaned around him, the vibration wringing a ragged, broken sound from the man above him.

Jian Ci’s hands cradled his head, not forcing, but guiding, his hips moving in tiny, helpless circles. The psychic storm had quieted, transformed into a single, pulsating note of pleasure.

Yu Xi began to move, establishing a rhythm slow, deep pulls followed by shallow, fluttering sucks on the tip. His own need was a throbbing counterpoint, but this, this was what he’d craved. The weight on his tongue, the taste of him, the completely unguarded, wordless sounds of ecstasy he was pulling from Jian Ci’s soul.

He reached down to palm his own erection, a muffled groan escaping as he worked Jian Ci with his mouth. The bed creaked softly with Jian Ci’s restrained movements.

Yu Xi’s world narrowed to this: the heat, the taste, the silent, desperate communication of touch, and the golden-guide power within him that was now perfectly, blissfully entangled not with chaos, but with pure, shuddering rapture.

Unable to bear it anymore he straddled Jian Ci’s hips, feeling the hard, frantic heat of the other man’s cock pressed against his ass. Jian Ci’s eyes were wide, unseeing, galaxies of psychic torment swirling in their depths.

He couldn’t speak, but his hands, shaking with the effort of control, came up to grip Yu Xi’s waist. His fingers dug in, possessive and desperate.

Yu Xi leaned down, his dark hair falling around them like a curtain. He captured Jian Ci’s mouth.

The kiss started tenderly, a soft press of reassurance against lips pulled tight in agony. But Jian Ci’s response was immediate and hungry. His mouth opened under Yu Xi’s, and then his tongue was there, hot and demanding, sliding against Yu Xi’s.