Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 317: NSFW 2
Yu Xi’s eyes were squeezed shut, his mouth open in a silent cry. He felt full, stretched to the limit, the burn morphing into a deep, aching pleasure that made his world tilt on its axis.
"Move," Yu Xi begged, his legs wrapping around Jian Ci’s waist. "Please, gege."
Jian Ci pulled back almost all the way and then drove back in. Hard. Yu Xi’s cry was loud, ragged. Jian Ci set a punishing pace from the start, no gentle build, just pure, unadulterated fucking.
Each thrust was a deep, hard drill, pounding into that perfect spot inside Yu Xi with unerring accuracy. The bed rocked, the headboard knocking against the wall in a steady, frantic rhythm.
Yu Xi was straddling him, meeting every thrust, taking every inch. He was crying out, a constant, broken litany. "Gege! Gege! Yes, right there, ah fuck, don’t stop, it’s so good, I can’t—!"
His own cock was a neglected, weeping thing between them, bouncing and leaking with every brutal drive of Jian Ci’s hips. Pleasure coiled, tight and white-hot, in his gut. His thoughts were scattering, shattered by the relentless piston of Jian Ci’s cock inside him. He was being fucked stupid, fucked senseless, and he wanted more, he wanted it forever, he wanted Jian Ci to split him open and live inside him.
"You feel... fuck... you feel like mine," Jian Ci grunted, his voice guttural, his hips a blur. "This tight, hot fucking hole... it’s all mine."
"Yours!" Yu Xi sobbed, his body clenching hard around the thick length impaling him. "Always yours, Gege, just fuck me, please, I am gonna—!"
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Jian Ci woke with Yu Xi in his arms. The world outside was chaos, the empire shifting into a new era, the elite class trembling with unease, but here, in this hidden mansion, none of it mattered. Last night, they had ignored everything, indulging in each other until they were exhausted.
Jian Ci’s eyes softened as he looked down at Yu Xi, still asleep, his breathing steady. A smile tugged at his lips as he caressed Yu Xi’s arm, his touch gentle, reverent. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Yu Xi’s forehead.
Yu Xi mumbled something in his sleep, a sound so faint yet so endearing that Jian Ci’s smile grew brighter.
He thought Yu Xi was beautiful, too beautiful. His gaze lingered on the closed eyes framed by dark lashes, the elegant bridge of his nose, the soft, full lips still redder than usual from all the kissing they had shared the night before.
Jian Ci’s chest tightened. He felt like the luckiest man alive. Surely, he must have done something extraordinary in a past life for the heavens to bless him with this man.
His hand rose, fingers curling as he reached toward Yu Xi’s chin. With delicate care, he caressed it, his touch light, almost hesitant, as though afraid to break the spell of the moment.
Yu Xi stirred faintly, his lips parting in a sigh, and Jian Ci’s heart raced. He whispered softly, almost to himself, "Little Xi... I really don’t deserve you."
But even as he said it, he held him tighter, unwilling to let go of the one person who made him feel whole.
"What are you doing?" Yu Xi’s voice was a low murmur, rough with sleep but sharp with intent. His hand tightened around Jian Ci’s wrist, not to pull it away, but to hold it there against his skin.
Jian Ci smirked. "You are awake."
Yu Xi blinked his eyes open, the dark lashes framing a gaze that was already clear, already knowing. "Of course I am awake. You have been messing with my face for the last eight minutes. Who can sleep after that?"
"Then," Jian Ci said, his voice dropping, a husky promise woven into each syllable, "I can finally do what I was planning to do."
Yu Xi asked, "Do what?"
Jian Ci pulled the covers over their heads the cool silk of the comforter brushing against his bare back.
Yu Xi’s eyes, dark and liquid, met his own with a spark of playful defiance that instantly ignited the simmering heat in Jian Ci’s gut. He pressed Yu Xi down into the mattress with a firm hand on his chest and captured his lips.
It was tender at first, a gentle exploration. Yu Xi’s mouth was soft, yielding, tasting faintly of mint and warmth. Jian Ci savored the slow slide of their lips, the quiet sigh that escaped Yu Xi as he relaxed into the kiss.
But when Yu Xi’s hands, those clever, slender fingers, slipped around Jian Ci’s waist and curled against his bare back, digging lightly into the muscles there, his control shattered.
The touch was a jolt of pure electricity. Jian Ci groaned into the kiss, his body arching reflexively. The tenderness evaporated, replaced by a raw, urgent hunger. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping into Yu Xi’s mouth, claiming the sweet heat within. Yu Xi responded eagerly, his own tongue meeting Jian Ci’s in a slick, frantic dance. Their breaths mingled, hot and ragged.
Jian Ci shifted, settling his body firmly between Yu Xi’s legs. The thin fabric of Yu Xi’s sleep pants was a frustrating barrier, but the pressure, the intimacy of the position, was intoxicating. Yu Xi’s thighs tightened around his hips, a silent, powerful invitation. Under the covers, their figures tangled, a restless, rocking motion making the fabric rustle and shift with their growing fervor.
Jian Ci’s world narrowed to the points of contact: the frantic meeting of their mouths, the scrape of Yu Xi’s nails on his skin, the hard, promising press of Yu Xi’s body against his own. He was lost in the sensation, in the building ache low in his belly that demanded more and more.
The door slid open. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺
The sound was a violent intrusion. Jian Ci ripped the covers down, anger flaring hot and immediate. "The fuck," he snarled, his voice rough with interrupted desire.
Standing in the doorway, silhouetted by the hall light, was Jian Rui. His expression was cold, disapproval etched into every line of his face. "I have been calling you for hours," he stated, his voice flat. "Get dressed and come out." He didn’t wait for a reply. After delivering the command, he turned and left, the door shutting with a soft, final hiss.
The sudden silence was thick, charged with the lingering energy of their interrupted passion. Jian Ci’s pulse hammered in his ears. He let his head fall, resting it heavily in the crevice of Yu Xi’s neck. He sighed, a long, frustrated sound, his breathing still heavy and unsteady against Yu Xi’s skin.
