Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 300: NSFW 6
Yu Xi’s back bowed off the bed. A raw, sensual cry tore from his throat, high and wanton. It wasn’t a word, just pure, unfiltered sensation. That sound, that fucking sound, went straight to Jian Ci’s cock.
It unraveled him. His thrusts became erratic, powerful, slamming into Yu Xi with a force that shook the bed frame. The slick, wet sound of their joining filled the room, a filthy, perfect rhythm.
"That’s it," Jian Ci rasped, his own control shredding. "Make that noise for me. Let me hear how good my cock feels inside you." He fucked into him with deep, grinding rolls of his hips, wanting to press deeper than was physically possible. "You take me so well. Your hole is clinging to my dick, sucking me in deeper. Fuck, Little Xi... ah fuck."
He dropped one of Yu Xi’s legs, bracing himself on the head board with one hand while the other wrapped around Yu Xi’s leaking cock. He stroked him in time with his thrusts, his grip tight, his thumb smearing pre-cum over the sensitive head.
The dual sensation was too much, the deep, pounding fullness inside and the tight, urgent friction on his cock. Yu Xi’s cries became a continuous, broken stream, his fingers digging into Jian Ci’s back, his heels sliding against the sweat-slick skin of Jian Ci’s shoulders.
Jian Ci was lost in the heat, the tightness, the sounds and the smell of sex. His world narrowed to the slick, hot channel gripping his cock and the wrecked, beautiful man beneath him.
His thrusts lost all finesse, becoming a brutal, driving pace, a single-minded pursuit of his own climax, fueled by the certainty that he was dragging Yu Xi right to the edge with him.
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Jian Ci smiled in his sleep, his entire body, mind and soul felt content like he had had his favourite meal after years of starving. He smacked his lips as he stretched, his hand sliding across the cool sheets, feeling around for the warm, solid heat of his meal that he had just devoured last night.
His fingers found only empty space then cold linen. His eyes snapped open.
The panic was instant, a cold fist squeezing his heart. ’A dream. It was all a fucking dream.’ His mind screamed but his heart and soul, throbbed with the memory of skin and sweat and desperate, hungry sounds. It felt too real. The marks on his chest and shoulders stung faintly, a phantom proof.
He threw the covers off, wearing only a pair of low-slung shorts, and was on his feet. He took the stairs two at a time, the polished wood cool under his bare feet. The quiet of the sprawling house felt like a judgment. "Little Xi?" The name was a prayer on his lips, choked back by rising dread. Then he saw him.
At the bottom of the stairs, Yu Xi stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, shirtless, wearing only grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips.
The morning sun poured over him, gilding the defined planes of his back, the cut of his shoulders. And there, on his skin, were the same darkening marks, the love bites and scratches that Jian Ci knew were mirrored on his own body. It was all real. They really had sex last night.
Yu Xi had one hand buried in his own dark hair, the other holding a phone to his ear. His voice was a low, controlled murmur. "It’s your call when we make a move. As for Eros, he is on board and ready to wreak havoc."
Jian Ci swallowed, his throat tight. His gaze was a physical heat, scouring every inch of Yu Xi’s exposed skin. As if feeling it, Yu Xi’s head turned slightly. His eyes, dark and knowing, met Jian Ci’s burning stare across the room. A slow, wicked smile touched Yu Xi’s lips. Without a word, he curled his fingers, beckoning him over.
Jian Ci moved like a man under a spell. He crossed the room, his steps silent, his focus absolute. He came up behind Yu Xi, his chest not quite touching that sun-warmed skin, and slid his arms around Yu Xi’s waist.
He pulled him back, flush against his own body, his grip possessive and tight. He buried his face in the curve of Yu Xi’s neck, inhaling the scent of him.
Yu Xi didn’t stiffen. He melted back into the embrace, a soft sigh escaping him even as his voice remained steady for the phone. "Mm. Just keep me updated."
"Is he with you." Jian Rui asked. Jian Ci’s lips were a brand on the side of Yu Xi’s neck, hot and wet, and the itch that spread from that point was a wildfire. Yu Xi’s head tilted back, his neck elongating in a silent, desperate offering. A gasp, soft and ragged, finally escaped his lips.
The fingers on his throat weren’t a threat. They were a claim. Jian Ci’s palm pressed against his windpipe, to feel the pulse hammering there as he dragged his mouth to the shell of Yu Xi’s ear. Yu Xi’s eyes slid shut. The world narrowed to that hand, those lips, the hard line of Jian Ci’s body behind him.
"Yu Xi?" Jian Rui called out his voice like a bucket of ice water. Yu Xi’s eyes snapped open, his focus slamming back into the sunlit living room, the floor-to-ceiling window at his back. "Yeah," he managed, voice rough. "He’s here."
Jian Ci didn’t move his hand from Yu Xi’s throat. He just spoke, his mouth so close the words vibrated against Yu Xi’s skin. "He’s a little busy right now. So fuck off."
A sharp, furious "You!" crackled from the speaker then there was silence. Jian Ci had hung up the call.
The hand on Yu Xi’s throat applied the slightest pressure, turning Yu Xi’s head towards him. Jian Ci’s eyes were dark, his smile a wicked curve. He kissed Yu Xi’s cheek, a soft, mocking contrast to the dominance in his grip.
His other hand slid down, skating over the bare skin of Yu Xi’s stomach, his fingers tracing the defined lines of his abs. "You left our bed," Jian Ci murmured, his voice a low, seductive rasp that went straight to Yu Xi’s cock, "just to talk to another man."
Yu Xi chuckled, the sound vibrating up through his throat where Jian Ci’s fingers rested. "What," he teased, his own breath coming quicker, "you are jealous of your brother now?"
Jian Ci’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. "I can’t help it." The admission was a growl, raw and possessive.
