CHAPTER 73: SLIGHT NSFW

Jian Ci’s body pressed against him, hard and unyielding. His breath was hot and scorching on the side of Yu Xi’s neck, a stark contrast to the cold dread coiling in Yu Xi’s gut. He could feel the frantic beat of his own heart, a wild drum against his ribs. It wasn’t just fear. It was a dark, thrilling pull.

"Ci..." he breathed out, the name a plea and a question.

He tried to push back, a last, half-hearted attempt to be the voice of reason, to stop whatever this was before it began. But Jian Ci was an immovable rock. Yu Xi could have thrown him across the room with a thought, but his body refused to obey. His entire being was screaming yes.

Jian Ci grabbed his other wrist, pinning both of them above Yu Xi’s head with an effortless, terrifying strength from one hand. The restraint sent a jolt straight to Yu Xi’s cock. Then, the heat of Jian Ci’s body on his, intensified and his chin was roughly pinched. Jian Ci’s lips found his.

The kiss was clumsy, almost brutal in its inexperience, all desperate pressure and no finesse. Yu Xi’s eyes flew wide open in shock, his body rigid. But the taste of him flooded his senses. A dam broke inside him. With a muffled groan, Yu Xi kissed him back, opening his mouth, letting him in.

That was all the encouragement Jian Ci needed. A low, guttural sound vibrated from his chest into Yu Xi’s mouth. He crushed his entire body against him, pressing him flat against the wall, the hard planes of his torso a brand against Yu Xi’s. The kiss instantly deepened, transforming from a clumsy assault into something hungry and devouring.

Jian Ci’s tongue plunged into his mouth, a hot, wet invasion that tasted like sin and felt like seventh heaven. Yu Xi moaned, the sound swallowed by Jian Ci’s relentless mouth. He couldn’t move his arms, couldn’t do anything but take it, and the surrender was the most potent aphrodisiac he had ever known.

The chaos found its rhythm. His lips softened, learning the shape of Jian Ci’s, and the world narrowed to the slick, hot slide of their mouths.

The angry tension melted, replaced by a different, more urgent kind of strain. The sound of their kissing filled the quiet room, soft, wet noises that made Yu Xi’s skin feel too tight.

A weird feeling bloomed in his chest, a warmth that spread through his veins, a dizzying lightness in his head. He was drowning in it, in him.

Then, Jian Ci’s fingers slid under the hem of his t-shirt. The touch was a bolt of lightning. His rough, calloused palms skated over the sensitive skin of his lower back, and Yu Xi moaned into his mouth, the sound raw and utterly involuntary. Jian Ci’s answering groan was a vibration against his own lips. His fingers curled, pressing into Yu Xi’s flesh, pulling their bodies flush together.

That was when Yu Xi felt it. The hard ridge of Jian Ci’s erection pressing insistently against his own.

.Jian Ci’s hands moved, those rough palms scraping up the defined planes of Yu Xi’s abs, tracing the lines of his waist, and Yu Xi trembled, a full-body shudder of pure, undiluted need.

He was falling, tumbling headfirst into a sensation he had never experienced, his own hips pressing forward seeking more friction, more of that incredible pressure.

And then... nothing.

Jian Ci suddenly went limp.

Yu Xi, "..."

Now, supporting his dead weight, Yu Xi’s body was still screaming, every nerve ending alight. The feeling of Jian Ci’s touch burned on his skin. The taste of him was still on his tongue.

He half-dragged, half-carried the snoring man to his bedroom, his mind a chaotic whirlwind. He managed to get him onto the bed before tucking the blanket around him.

He stood there for a long moment, just watching him sleep. Jian Ci’s face was peaceful, all the earlier intensity gone. His lips... Yu Xi’s gaze locked on them. They were slightly swollen, reddened from their kiss. He could still feel the exact pressure of them, the way they had moved against his.

Yu Xi didnt know whether he should tell Jian Wei or not. Thinking this was too embarrassing he decided against it. It was just a kiss.

A chaotic, breathtaking, world-ending kiss that had left him hard and aching and more confused than he had ever been in his life. But just a kiss nonetheless.

The communicator on Jian Ci’s wrist showed steady, strong vitals. He was fine. He was just asleep.

"Don’t make any more trouble," Yu Xi whispered to the sleeping man, his voice husky.

Jian Ci mumbled something incoherent and turned over, burying his face in the pillow.

Yu Xi sighed, a long, shaky exhalation, and forced himself to walk out, closing the door quietly behind him. That was after taking something from Jian Ci’s jacket.

Back in his own room, the silence was deafening. He sat on the edge of his bed, the cool sheets a stark contrast to the heat still thrumming under his skin. He brought his fingers to his own lips, tracing them.

He knew, with a certainty that settled deep in his bones, that sleep was an impossibility. The lingering, warm feeling on his lips was like a brand. And the sensation of Jian Ci’s hardness pressed against his was a promise of a hunger that had only just been awakened.

***

Yu Xi woke up late for once. The sunlight filtering through the curtains felt too bright, too sharp. He moved through his morning routine in a daze, each motion sluggish, as though his energy had been drained by an energy vampire. Even the water on his face didn’t wake him fully. It only made the fog in his mind swirl.

After drying off, he reached for his hair scrunchie. His fingers froze.

There, nestled beside it, was the bracelet Alarna had given Jian Ci.

He stared at it, the delicate weave of metal and charm mocking him. Yes... last night, while Jian Ci was passed out, Yu Xi had slipped it from his pocket. He had planned to dispose of it quietly.