CHAPTER 103: NSFW HEHE, ENJOY

There was no response, only that same dazed, distant look. It was incredibly concerning. Heart hammering against his ribs, Yu Xi reached for his communicator on the bedside table, his fingers swiping to call Jian Wei.

There was something absolutely wrong with Jian Ci. After it happened the first time he excused it thinking it was the alcohol. But this time Jian Ci wasn’t drunk.

A hand closed around his wrist, the grip surprisingly strong. Jian Ci’s fingers were like iron shackles, hot against his skin. Before Yu Xi could react, he was being pulled, not with violence, but with a desperate, aching need.

Jian Ci’s arms wrapped around him, crushing Yu Xi against his chest in a hug so tight it stole the air from his lungs.

Yu Xi froze for a second, startled, before his own instincts took over. He brought his arms up, wrapping them around Jian Ci’s broad back, holding him just as tightly. He could feel the frantic beat of Jian Ci’s heart against his own, a wild drumming that slowly began to steady and sync with his.

They stayed like that for a long time, a tangled knot of limbs and shared warmth in the silent room. Yu Xi could feel the tension finally leaving Jian Ci’s body, the rigid line of his spine softening under Yu Xi’s palms.

"It’s okay," Yu Xi murmured into his hair. "It’s okay... let’s just sleep, alright?" He pulled away intending to coax him to sleep.

Jian Ci’s hand moved faster than thought. His fingers found Yu Xi’s chin, pinching it gently but firmly, forcing Yu Xi to look directly at him. Those dark eyes were still hazy, but they were focused now, on him. The intensity in them was electric, a silent command that rooted Yu Xi to the spot.

Jian Ci didn’t speak. He just held Yu Xi’s gaze, his thumb stroking a slow, hypnotic line along his jaw. Then he leaned in, and his lips met Yu Xi’s.

It was so soft. A barely-there brush of mouth against mouth, a sweet, questioning touch that made every nerve in Yu Xi’s body stand at attention.

His heart wasn’t just racing; it was trying to break free from his chest. He could feel his own pulse thundering in his ears. He didn’t understand what was happening, but his body knew what it wanted. He stopped thinking and just felt.

Yu Xi’s lips parted on a silent gasp, and that was all the invitation Jian Ci needed. The kiss didn’t just deepen; it transformed. The softness evaporated, replaced by a sudden, shocking hunger.

Jian Ci’s tongue slid into his mouth, a hot, insistent velvety pressure that tasted sweet and something uniquely, addictively Jian Ci. Yu Xi moaned, the sound swallowed by Jian Ci’s devouring mouth. Their tongues tangled, a wet, slick dance that was anything but gentle. It was a desperate exploration.

Jian Ci pressed him down, his full weight settling on Yu Xi, pinning him to the mattress. The hard planes of his body aligned perfectly with Yu Xi’s, and Yu Xi could feel the rigid length of Jian Ci’s cock straining against his own through the thin fabric of their sleep pants. The friction was insane, a maddening tease that made Yu Xi buck his hips up, seeking more.

A strange, warm energy, a power buried deep within him, suddenly uncoiled. It was a part of his psychic core, a dormant heat he never knew existed.

It seeped out of his pores now, a golden, liquid warmth that flowed from his mouth into Jian Ci’s. And Jian Ci... Jian Ci was absorbing it. Drinking it down with each sweep of his tongue, and it seemed to only fuel his desperation, making him kiss Yu Xi harder, deeper, more possessively.

Jian Ci’s hands began to move, and fuck, the feeling of them was everything. They weren’t tentative. One large palm slid down from Yu Xi’s shoulder, caressing the length of his arm, making the fine hairs stand up. His fingers traced the sensitive dip of Yu Xi’s waist, branding him with their heat through his shirt before sliding lower, down over the curve of his hip.

That hand finally came to rest on his outer thigh, fingers digging into the muscle there with a pressure that was possessive. Jian Ci’s other hand fisted in Yu Xi’s hair, tilting his head back to allow for a even deeper, more devastating conquest of his mouth.

Yu Xi was drowning in it. The taste of him, the smell of his skin, the incredible weight of his body, the way his tongue knew exactly how to move against his own. He was hard and aching, his own hips moving in tiny, helpless circles against the solid heat of Jian Ci’s erection.

He wanted those hands everywhere. He wanted that mouth on every inch of his skin. He was ready to give everything, to let Jian Ci take whatever the fuck he wanted.

And then, just like before, it stopped.

Jian Ci broke the kiss with a wet, shuddering gasp. His entire body went lax, the intense energy vanishing as if it had never been. His head dropped heavily onto Yu Xi’s chest, his breathing evening out into the deep, slow rhythm of utter, complete sleep. He was out cold.

Yu Xi rubbed his eyes with a sigh, the sound a small, tired thing in the quiet room. The fire Jian Ci had lit inside him was a living, breathing beast, coiling hot and desperate in his gut. Hope was a dangerous drug, and Jian Ci was his favorite addiction.

Even knowing it was futile, that a man like Jian Ci would never truly be his, these moments—the closeness, the accidental intimacy—fed the dark, obsessive thoughts that lived rent-free in Yu Xi’s mind.

He looked down at the man sleeping beside him. Jian Ci was out, completely gone, his breathing deep and even. You would think he had been sedated. The trust in that unconscious vulnerability was a knife twist in Yu Xi’s heart.

He gently tapped Jian Ci’s shoulder, a feeble attempt at waking him. There was no response, not even a flicker behind his eyelids.