Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 159: NSFW 2

AN: Merry Christmas everybody. I wish you a lovely day with the family, eating to your heart’s content. Hide from your kids, your mothers and fathers as you read this. Its about to go down hehehe... Happy Reading!!!

"I am ah... I am gonna come," Yu Xi gasped, his own cock trapped between their sweat-slicked stomachs, leaking steadily.

The words seemed to ignite something in Jian Ci. He drove into Yu Xi with renewed force, his teeth grazing Yu Xi’s earlobe. "I will imprint on you," he rasped, the words slurred in psychic connection, barely human. "Fill you up and make you mine."

The vulgarity, the sheer possessiveness of it, sent Yu Xi over the edge. His orgasm ripped through him, violent and whole-body. He shouted, his channel clamping down viscously around Jian Ci’s cock, milking him. The psychic feedback loop exploded—Yu Xi’s blinding pleasure crashing into Jian Ci’s chaotic need.

With a final, brutal thrust, Jian Ci stilled, buried to the hilt. A raw, shattered groan tore from his chest as he pulsed inside Yu Xi, hot and endless. Yu Xi could feel it, the flood of it, deep in his belly, Jian Ci emptying himself. The violet light around Jian Ci flickered, then softened, the wild arcs calming into a steady, exhausted glow. The golden light from Yu Xi wrapped around it, gentle and guiding.

They stayed like that, joined, panting. Jian Ci’s forehead dropped to Yu Xi’s shoulder, his body heavy. Jian Ci was spent. Slowly, Yu Xi felt the tight, frantic grip on his hips loosen. He could feel the warm, sticky proof of Jian Ci’s claim beginning to leak down his inner thigh.

Yu Xi’s own breath was coming in shallow hitches. The pain was a deep, satisfying ache. The pleasure still echoed in his nerves. He tilted his head, his lips brushing Jian Ci’s sweat-damp temple.

"Fuck," Yu Xi whispered, a smile touching his torn lips.

Yu Xi kept his eyes closed, listening to the rough, slowing breaths from Jian Ci’s chest beneath his cheek. The psychic storm that had ravaged Jian Ci’s mind had finally stilled.

Yu Xi’s own body ached in the best way, a deep, satisfying throb between his legs. He wanted to get up and clean them both up before letting, Jian Ci rest.

He shifted, just an inch, to reach for his torn pants.

A hand—hot, possessive—clamped around the back of his neck.Yu Xi froze.

Jian Ci’s lips were on his throat before he could gasp. He bit down the bite sharp and meant to leave a mark, followed by the wet, sucking heat of his mouth. A groan tore from Yu Xi’s chest, part shock, part sheer want.

Jian Ci’s psychic energy, which had felt so placid a second ago, surged once more. It wasn’t the chaotic hurricane of before. This was different. It was hotter, darker and more focused. A violet, violent pressure that wrapped around Yu Xi’s golden aura and squeezed.

It seem like Jian Ci lying still before was just the eye of the storm.

And Yu Xi, though a novice, was more than eager to go again. He loved this. He loved the raw, desperate want pouring off Jian Ci, the way it made his own power spark and sing in response. He arched back into the bite, offering more of his throat. "Gege..."

Jian Ci’s eyes, when Yu Xi dared to look, were still glassy, soulless yet beautiful. They were fixed on Yu Xi’s mouth. He moved, his body a heavy, delicious weight, and captured Yu Xi’s lips.

This kiss wasn’t tender. It was a fierce. It was all heat and hungry tongue and the faint, metallic taste of blood from Yu Xi’s bitten lip. Yu Xi kissed back just as fiercely, opening for him, letting Jian Ci plunder his mouth.

His hands came up, tangling in Jian Ci’s sweat-damp hair. Golden light and violet energy swirled around them, clashing, merging, painting the dim cave in waves of shimmering, chaotic color.

Jian Ci’s hands were everywhere. One slid down Yu Xi’s spine, fingers digging into the muscle of his ass, pulling him closer until their hips ground together.

The other hand fisted in Yu Xi’s hair, tilting his head back to deepen the kiss. Yu Xi was panting into his mouth, his own cock hardening again, pressing insistently against Jian Ci’s stomach.

"Fuck me," Yu Xi begged, the words muffled against Jian Ci’s lips. "Just fuck me, use me, please—"

Jian Ci broke the kiss with a rough sound. He shoved Yu Xi over onto his hands and knees. The remains of Yu Xi’s t-shirt were ripped away, the fabric tearing with a sharp sound that made Yu Xi shudder. He was left shirtless, his pants torn open, completely exposed.

Jian Ci’s large hands smoothed over the curves of Yu Xi’s ass, spreading him. Yu Xi felt the blunt, hot head of Jian Ci’s cock nudge against his hole, still wet and loose and sore from their first round.

The initial thrust was a burning stretch that made Yu Xi grimace, his fingers scrabbling against the floor. But it was so fucking good. The pain melted, transforming into a deep, full feeling that had him groaning, pushing back to take more. Jian Ci sheathed himself to the hilt in one brutal, perfect push, and Yu Xi cried out.

"Yes... fuck, yes..."

Jian Ci set a punishing rhythm immediately, his hips slamming forward, each thrust punching a choked moan from Yu Xi’s throat. His psychic energy was a live wire, violet and violent, wrapping around Yu Xi’s golden power, merging with it.

Jian Ci leaned over him, his hot breath gusting against Yu Xi’s ear. His hands came around to Yu Xi’s chest, fingers finding his nipples and pinching, twisting. Yu Xi jolted, a sharp bolt of pleasure-pain shooting straight to his cock, which was already leaking, dripping onto the floor beneath him.

Then Jian Ci’s mouth was on his back biting and sucking. Leaving a trail of burning marks as if Yu Xi’s skin were a canvas and Jian Ci was determined to cover every inch. Each bite made Yu Xi clench around him, each suck drew a broken gasp. Jian Ci pulled Yu Xi’s arms behind his back, holding his wrists in one strong hand, using the leverage to fuck into him even harder, even deeper.

Yu Xi was mindless with it. He was a vessel for sensation, for the pounding rhythm, for the storm of energy that was swallowing him whole. Then he felt it.

A pulse.

It started in Jian Ci’s chest, a low, thrumming vibration that traveled through the place where their bodies were joined, through the psychic tether between them. It wasn’t aggression. It was resonance. Like a note finding its perfect harmonic. It seeped into Yu Xi’s skin, into his blood, into the very core of his mind. A tether was forming. A signature was being written.

Jian Ci was imprinting on him.

The sensation was overwhelming. It was like being filled with light and fire from the inside out while being fucked into oblivion. Yu Xi gasped, his back bowing. The psychic pulse locked into place with the next deep thrust, Jian Ci’s signature folding around his own, intimate and irrevocable. It was like a silent vow. A brand on Yu Xi.