Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 202: NSFW 2

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Jian Ci sucked, his tongue rolling and flicking, while his other hand came up to pinch and roll Yu Xi’s other nipple between his fingers. The dual assault made Yu Xi writhe, little punched-out gasps escaping him with every pull of Jian Ci’s mouth.

While his mouth worked, Jian Ci’s hand moved down. He popped the button of Yu Xi’s trousers, yanked the zipper down. The sound was obscenely loud. His large, calloused hand slipped beneath the waistband of Yu Xi’s underwear, and his fingers wrapped around Yu Xi’s cock.

Yu Xi jerked, a choked-off sound tearing from his throat. Jian Ci’s grip was firm, knowing. His thumb swiped over the slick head, spreading the bead of moisture that had gathered there, rubbing it in slow, maddening circles.

"Ah—! Don’t... don’t stop," Yu Xi begged, his hips bucking up into that glorious friction.

Jian Ci obeyed, but on his own terms. He began to stroke, a tight, steady fist moving from root to tip, his pace relentless. All the while, he kept sucking on Yu Xi’s nipple, the wet, hot sounds mixing with Yu Xi’s ragged breathing. The sensations piled on, one after the other, until Yu Xi was a trembling, sweating mess beneath him, pleasure coiling tight and urgent in his gut.

With a grunt, Jian Ci shifted. He released Yu Xi’s cock only long enough to wrench his own pants open. He pulled out his erection, thick and veiny, the head already wet and glistening. He brought their cocks together, his hand wrapping around both, his grip now slick with their combined fluid.

"Fuck," Yu Xi hissed. The feeling was overwhelming. The heat, the perfect friction, the sight of Jian Ci’s large hand working over their lengths. He was so close. So fucking close. Every stroke pushed him higher. He could feel the tension gathering, a tight, pleasurable ache that promised release.

Just as Yu Xi felt himself tipping over the edge, muscles locking, Jian Ci’s hand stopped. He squeezed, holding them both at the brink, denying the climax.

"No—" Yu Xi whined, desperate and broken. He reached down, his own hand scrambling to take over, to finish what Jian Ci started, but Jian Ci caught his wrist in an iron grip, pinning it to the bed above his head.

Jian Ci finally spoke. He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of Yu Xi’s ear, his voice a raw, dark scrape of sound. "Bite me."

Yu Xi was dazed, lost in a haze of need. "Huh?"

Jian Ci’s hand began to move again, that torturous, perfect stroke. "Bite me," he repeated, the command clear and sharp.

Yu Xi, who was drowning in the torturous pleasure, wasn’t really thinking straight. He didn’t hesitate. He turned his head, found the strong curve of Jian Ci’s shoulder where it met his neck, and bit down. He sank his teeth into the firm muscle, not holding back, claiming his own piece of Jian Ci as Jian Ci had claimed him.

A low, gratified groan vibrated through Jian Ci’s chest. His hand on their cocks became punishing, his strokes fast and rough.

The sharp, coppery taste of skin, the feel of Jian Ci shuddering above him, the relentless friction, it was all too much. Yu Xi’s world shattered into blinding white light. His climax ripped through him, violent and endless, his body convulsing as he spilled hot over Jian Ci’s fist, his teeth still locked in his shoulder.

The sensation of Yu Xi coming, the tight clamp of his teeth, triggered Jian Ci’s own release. He shouted, a raw, broken sound, and his own release joined Yu Xi’s, pulses of hot wetness striping their clothes and his speeding hand.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of their harsh, gulping breaths, the smell of sex and salt heavy in the air. Yu Xi finally released Jian Ci’s shoulder, licking lightly at the red, imprint of his teeth.

Jian Ci’s weight settled more fully on him, his forehead dropping to Yu Xi’s sweat-damp chest. His hand, still wrapped around their softening cocks, gave one last, slow, possessive squeeze.

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Jian Ci woke with a violent gasp, his chest heaving as if he’d just surfaced from deep underwater. His eyes flew open, wide and wild, the ceiling above him unfamiliar for a split second before the room settled into recognition.

He sat up too fast. A sharp pain lanced through his skull. It was white-hot pain, like a blade stabbing behind his eyes. He groaned, pressing a palm to his forehead, his other hand bracing against the mattress as his bare feet touched the cool floor.

He tried to stand up but his knees buckled. The world tilted sideways, and he collapsed back onto the bed, breath ragged. His heart was racing, his skin clammy. He was dressed in clean pajamas, the sheets around him undisturbed. Everything looked... normal. Too normal.

His communicator buzzed from the nightstand, the soft glow of the screen cutting through the dim room. He reached for it with trembling fingers and answered.

Jian Rui’s face appeared, sharp and alert, eyes narrowing with concern. "Are you okay?"

Jian Ci swallowed hard, his voice hoarse. "I just... have a headache."

Jian Rui didn’t look convinced. "Do you remember what happened to you last night?"

Jian Ci shook his head slowly. "I just remember... a sharp pain in my head. Then everything went black. I think I regained consciousness for a bit but—" He stopped.

The memory slammed into him like a freight train.

The flowers. The fire. The feeling of satisfaction.

His eyes widened. "Shit."

He dropped the communicator and bolted from the bed, stumbling into the hallway. His legs were still unsteady, but adrenaline pushed him forward. He burst into Yu Xi’s room. It was empty.

He froze, scanning the space. The lights were off, but the soft glow from the passageway spilled in just enough to see the desk.

There were flowers, just not the ones that guide bought. They were arranged with the same care Yu Xi always gave to things he loved.

Jian Ci’s breath caught. He kept wondering if Yu Xi knew he had burnt the flowers and would he mad at him?

Suddenly the main door slid open with a soft hiss. Jian Ci turned and rushed toward it.

Yu Xi stood there, arms full of shopping bags, a faint sheen of sweat on his brow. He blinked in surprise, then smiled gently.

"You are awake."

Jian Ci didn’t answer. He just stared, chest rising and falling.

Yu Xi stepped forward, setting the bags down. He reached up and cupped Jian Ci’s face, tilting it slightly to examine his eyes. "Let me see... You look pale. Pupils are normal. Any nausea?"