Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 299: NSFW 5

He opened the drawer and made a show of rummaging through the ordinary contents. He pulled back, pouting, putting on a show of disappointment. "Little Xi, there’s nothing here."

Yu Xi let out a frustrated, needy sound. "Tap it. The side. Tap the fucking side."

Jian Ci’s smile widened. He did as he was told, rapping his knuckles against the smooth wood. A quiet click sounded, and a hidden panel sprang open a fraction. Jian Ci hooked a finger into the gap and pulled.

The small, secret space was revealed. Inside was a half-used bottle of clear lubricant and a full, unopened box of condoms. No, not a box. Several boxes, stacked neatly.

Jian Ci’s smirk turned into something darker, more amused. He pulled out the lube, holding it up. It was cool in his hand. He looked at the stash of condoms, then back at Yu Xi’s flushed, expectant face.

"Little Xi," he said, his voice dropping to a husky rumble. "How often did we do this that you have got a yearly supply hidden in here?"

Yu Xi blinked, his chest heaving. He licked his swollen lips. "Yearly?" he breathed, a hint of his old defiance flashing through the lust. "That... that will only last us three months."

Jian Ci’s eyes widened. The words hit him like a physical blow. Three-three months. The math was simple, staggering. His mind, already fractured, spun with the implication. All those mental collapse episodes had been filled with Yu Xi’s body, Yu Xi’s heat and Yu Xi’s whispered guidance.

He was starting to think that over the years they had been happening more often because some deep, fucked-up part of him craved this exact moment. Yu Xi spread out and begging, himself poised to take what he had been dreaming of?

The thought was too big, too hot. He pushed it down, focusing on the now. On the bottle in his hand. On the man waiting for him.

"Three months, huh?" Jian Ci murmured, pushing three fingers inside now, stretching Yu Xi open wide, preparing him. Yu Xi cried out, his head thrashing on the pillow. He pulled his fingers out after having enough fun and whispered, "Guess we have got some catching up to do."

Yu Xi chuckled at his words. His heartbeat was frantic a drum against his ribs . He watched, breath caught in his throat, as Jian Ci’s fingers went to his own waistband.

The button popped open. The zipper hissed down. Jian Ci shoved his pants and underwear down in one rough, impatient motion, freeing his cock.

It was hard as a rod, thick and flushed and already leaking at the tip. A bead of pre-cum glistened in the low light. Jian Ci smiled, a wild, possessive thing that made Yu Xi’s stomach clench. "Sweetheart, let’s beat that record," Jian Ci said, his voice a low rasp. "Let’s make them last only a month."

Yu Xi bit his lip, hard, the sharp pain a counterpoint to the heat pooling low in his gut. He watched, utterly transfixed, as Jian Ci tore the condom wrapper with his teeth, the sound stark in the quiet room.

The man he had loved for years was getting ready to fuck him and this time Jian Ci was conscious. The reality of it, the raw visual, sent a shiver through Yu Xi’s whole body.

Jian Ci rolled the latex down his length with a practiced, efficient motion, the sheen of it catching the light. Then his hands were on Yu Xi’s hips, hooking into the waistband of his stained underwear.

He yanked them down Yu Xi’s legs and tossed them aside without a second glance. Exposed, completely open, Yu Xi felt a wave of vulnerability that was immediately swallowed by a deeper, hotter need.

The cool pendant around Jian Ci’s neck swung forward as he leaned over, the metal coming to rest on Yu Xi’s sternum, a small, hard point of contact. Jian Ci reached for the lube, squeezing a generous, glistening amount onto his fingers. The scent of it, clean and clinical, mixed with their musk.

"Tell me if it hurts," Jian Ci murmured, his eyes locked on Yu Xi’s.

"Mm," was all Yu Xi could manage, a weak, wanting sound.

Jian Ci’s slick fingers circled that tight, furled entrance. The touch was just as electric as before, a bolt of pure sensation that made Yu Xi arch off the bed. Jian Ci coated him thoroughly, the pad of his fingers pressing, insisting, until the tight ring of muscle yielded just enough for his fingers to slip inside. Yu Xi gasped, a sharp intake of breath.

With a seductive smile, Jian Ci withdrew his fingers, wiping the excess lube on his own cock, stroking himself once, twice, making himself even harder. He positioned himself, the broad, condom-covered head pressing against Yu Xi’s slicked entrance. He applied pressure, a steady, relentless force.

Yu Xi gasped again, louder this time. The stretch was immense, unbelievable. Jian Ci had only pushed his head in, just that swollen crown, but the feeling was so intense, so full, that Jian Ci groaned, a raw sound ripped from his chest.

He wanted to drive his whole dick in, to bury himself to the hilt in one brutal, perfect thrust. But he restrained himself, his arms trembling with the effort, every muscle in his back corded tight. It took so much of his strength.

Yu Xi looked up at him, eyes glassy with want. "Gege," he whispered, the honorific a plea. "Fuck me."

That was it. The last thread of Jian Ci’s control snapped.

He thrust in, not just the head, but a solid, unforgiving inch, then another. Yu Xi cried out, a broken sound that was half-pain, half-ecstasy. Jian Ci kept pushing, his own breath coming in ragged pants, until his hips met the curve of Yu Xi’s ass. He was fully in. Sheathed completely in that impossibly hot, tight clutch.

He went still for a moment, buried to the root, letting them both feel it. The overwhelming fullness. The connection. The pendant on his neck was a cold brand against Yu Xi’s feverish skin.

"Little Xi ah..." Jian Ci whispered, his voice choked. "You feel so fucking good. So tight around me. I can feel every fucking inch of you."

He began to move. A slow, deliberate withdrawal that made Yu Xi whimper at the loss, followed by a smoother, deeper thrust back in. He set a rhythm, slow at first, each push measured, letting Yu Xi feel every ridge, every vein of his cock. But the slowness was agony. The friction was too much, too good. Jian Ci’s pace became faster, his hips pistoning with a growing urgency.

He leaned down, capturing Yu Xi’s mouth in a searing kiss. It was all tongue and teeth and shared, panting breaths. He swallowed Yu Xi’s groans, fed him his own. The kiss was messy, desperate, a wet, open-mouthed clash that mirrored what their bodies were doing below.

Jian Ci broke the kiss, breathing hard. "I want to fuck you senseless, Xi Xi," he grunted, his movements becoming less rhythmic, more frantic. He hooked his hands under Yu Xi’s knees, pushing his legs up and apart, then draped them over his shoulders.

The angle changed instantly, profoundly. Jian Ci drove in deeper, so much deeper, hitting a place inside Yu Xi that made his vision whiten.