Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 277: NSFW 6

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Yu Xi gasped, his own shock palpable. His hands, which had been braced to fight, hovered uncertainly. "Jian Ci?" he whispered, voice ragged.

Present-Jian’s heart hammered against his ribs. ’He doesn’t know. He has no idea he has no idea he has guide abilities.’

In the memory, Jian Ci lifted his head. His eyes were glassy, unfocused, but the violent haze was gone, replaced by a deep, aching need. He didn’t speak. He just looked at Yu Xi’s mouth, then leaned down and pressed a soft, searching kiss to his cheek. Then another. And another. Each one was a plea, a silent, desperate ’help me, fix me, touch me.’

Yu Xi shuddered. A trembling hand came up, fingers sliding into the sweat-damp hair at the base of Jian Ci’s skull. "I... I don’t know what I’m doing," Yu Xi breathed, the confession shaky. "How do I help you?"

Jian Ci didn’t answer with words. He answered with his mouth.

He crushed his lips against Yu Xi’s in a savage, open-mouthed kiss that stole the air from the cave. It wasn’t gentle. It was hungry. Jian Ci’s tongue forced its way past Yu Xi’s lips, hot and wet and demanding, licking into his mouth with a frantic urgency.

Yu Xi groaned, the sound swallowed whole. His body went soft beneath Jian Ci’s, a sudden, total surrender. The pleasure was instant, a sharp, sweet shock that shot straight to Jian Ci’s groin

Their tongues twisted together, a slick, desperate dance, and Yu Xi’s hands fisted in the back of Jian Ci’s ruined shirt, holding on as if he’d drown otherwise.

Present-Jian was speechless, burning with a confused, voyeuristic heat. ’This is me. I’m... I’m kissing him. And he’s... he’s letting me?’

This had to be a false memory, right?

But this kiss was nothing. It was nothing compared to what came next.

His past self’s hands moved, frantic and clumsy. They yanked at the fastenings of Yu Xi’s tactical jacket vest, tearing it open. The sound of ripping fabric was harsh in the damp air. His fingers didn’t stop. They hooked into the neckline of Yu Xi’s shirt and pulled.

The fabric gave way with a satisfying rrrip, baring Yu Xi’s smooth shoulders, the elegant line of his collarbones, the first tight buds of his nipples to the cool cave air. Yu Xi gasped into the kiss, his back arching off the stone.

Watching this, Jian Ci screamed inside his own skull. ’Stop. Get off of him.’ But the memory played on, a brutal filmstrip he couldn’t pause.

His own mouth left Yu Xi’s, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down the column of his throat before his teeth bit down, sinking into the tender flesh. Yu Xi gasped, his whole body arching up into the sharp, bright sting. It wasn’t gentle. It was like being marked.

Memory-Jian Ci sucked hard on the skin, his tongue laving the spot, before moving to bite and kiss another, and another, painting Yu Xi’s skin with violent purple blooms of possession.

Yu Xi tilted his head back, offering his neck, a full-body shudder wracking his frame. Their psychic powers surged in response. Violet tendrils and glowing gold strands weaved together in the charged air, mirroring the frantic tangle of their bodies on the cold cave floor.

"Ah! Gege!"

Yu Xi’s head fell forward to rest against Jian Ci’s shoulder as his hips gave a helpless, jerking thrust. The sound of his own title, gasped in that broken, wanting voice, sent a lightning bolt of heat through the watching Jian Ci. He felt his ear get hot, an itch that burned down his neck and spread like wildfire to his heart. The beast in the memory heard it too.

Jian Ci heard himself make a low, guttural sound, a rumble from deep in his chest, as his hands dropped to Yu Xi’s waist. His fingers dug into the dark fabric of Yu Xi’s pants, bunching it, straining it.

There was a brutal, tearing sound at the crotch.

’No!’ Jian Ci recoiled having a mental crisis. ’I tore them. I fucking tore his clothes.’ Tell this is just a dream.’

But even he knew deep down it wasn’t a dream. He watched, sickened and riveted, as his past self revealed the supple skin of Yu Xi’s lower stomach.

He was so wild, so fucking untamed, a beast riding a wave of pure, mindless heat. The simple black underwear was in the way. Memory-Jian Ci seemed to realize it a second later. His hand, shaking with frantic energy, shoved into the torn opening, gripping the waistband of the underwear, and yanked.

The thin fabric gave way with a final, pathetic tear.

Yu Xi was exposed. His cock sprang free, thick and already leaking pearls of precum against his stomach. Beneath, his hole was clenched tight, pink and utterly untouched. The observer Jian Ci was shocked into a deeper silence. ’How could he let me? Why is he just... taking this?’ He thought Yu Xi would shove him off, hit him or scream, anything but this pliant, shuddering acceptance. ’Why did you let yourself suffer on my behalf?’

The question was a knife twisting in his gut. The more he watched, the more he hated the animal he had been.

His past self’s lips found Yu Xi’s again, and this kiss was nothing like before. It was bruising, punishing. A claiming of the mouth to match the claiming of the skin. It was all teeth and desperate, sliding tongues. And then, with no warning, no prep, just the slick of Yu Xi’s own precum and the brutal, single-minded drive of the beast on top of him, Jian Ci shoved inside.

Yu Xi’s eyes flew wide open, the gold in them flaring like dying suns. A choked scream was trapped in his throat. His head snapped back, tendons cording in his neck, and his teeth sank into the muscle of Jian Ci’s shoulder, biting down hard to muffle the sound. Memory-Jian Ci grunted, a sound of pure, raw animal satisfaction at the tight, hot, unbelievable feel of it.

The watching Jian Ci wanted to vomit. He wanted to tear his own eyes out. ’I am beast. I am fucking beast and deserve to die.’

He was distraught. He had commited the ultimate sin. He had hurt the person most special to him. Jian Ci wanted to leave, he wanted to wake up and find Yu Xi but he couldnt leave, he was forced to stay and watch himself do the unthinkable to Yu Xi.

The memory-sensations bled through the prison of observation: the unbelievable, velvety-iron tightness of Yu Xi’s body clamping around him, a searing, perfect friction. The wet, ragged sound of their joining. The pound of his own heartbeat in his ears.